MOOD SWINGS

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MOOD SWINGS
Weird feeling,
feel like I was wired through,
oh another empty soul.

You wake up to a new day,
yea, the creator, God, you must thank,
still you are moody.

No one hurt you,
but some things hurt deep so inside,
deeper  and too spiritual.

Wish I was supernatural,
to heal naturally my thought and self,
mending my broken pieces with peace.

Alas! As a believer,
one must continue to receive life,
a journey quite slow, sometimes foggy.

Evaluating most times,
It’s time to evacuate,
sad, when I hear my story.

When your story I hear,
I run to God’s altar with thanksgiving,
praising him yet for my good pains.

BY: @penngriffen

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