I pillowed my head to take a rest,
But I grew even more waery.
I tried to roll and turn for comfort,
But remained jaded and burnt.
Sorrows my heart bore;
Cosy my head knew not.
I filled a keg of brew,
But felt more empty and thirsty.
I tried running miles in a flash,
But peace ran even faster.
Troubles teemed my self;
Happiness my heart knew not.
I tried reaching for the welkin,
But my limbs let me down.
Songs from the grave seemed a melody,
Scowling was a daily dosage,
Joy beckoned unctuously,
Immortality my soul knew not.
I resigned to introspection,
But not a smirchless point found I.
I screamed for help from the deities,
But images bluntly scoffed back.
Finally,laid there my sponge thrown in,
Gasping for air as I gave up the ghost...
Then I called one last name... JESUS!!!
Written by Steven Muga.