Anxiety, fear, burdens of the world
Grip my life!
If tomorrow comes,
I’d be damned.
My eyes can’t find sleep
Though I fall ill,
My body won’t rest,
Worries float on.
“Rent will be due next season.”
“Need to update my wardrobe.”
“Our food items won’t last for ever.”
“And the economy, may change for the worse.”
I fear, I fear the master.
“Your heart is weak, you must rest!”
My surgeon recommends.
“Never! I am a busy man.”
Could I get your indulgence?
Excuse me, more loans,
Our weapons are never enough.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
Your piece reflects a certain despondency, which states a valid point when paired with this title. The poverty mentality does rob us of hope and rest, for we are endlessly searching to save and not to enjoy. Keep writing!