Sadness

offers endless options!! For today's prompt, pick an emotion, make it the title of your poem, and write your poem. It bleeds from my eyesHow it aches in my soulIt authors heart-criesWhere death leaves a large hole It bids me to flyTo the hills of God's WordAnd like David, cry'My help comes from the Lord' © Janet Martin Ps.121:1-2I will lift up my eyes to the hills—From whence comes my help? My help comes from the Lord,Who made heaven and earth.

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