Nails

nails

The hammer pounds

Each blow drives me down

The aches, the pains, the moans

Sleep escapes yet again

Restless tossing from the jolts

Another spike driven deep

Dry red eyes

No tears will flow

Waiting for a cure

Desperate for relief

I cry out from my distress

Lord do you hear

When will you come

Will nail scared hands pull my nails

Can your touch soothe the pain

I wait…I wait…

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