In This Hell, I Still Pray

I have been living in hell since that day in March,
A torment no soul would dare to march.
The weight of pain, too cruel to bear,
I wished for death, gasping for air.

One month passed in hospital beds,
Fear and anxiety danced in my head.
Helpless I lay, broken inside,
Yet God, in mercy, did provide.

The bills were paid, the storms held back,
And I found the strength to stay on track.
I ran once more with a battered soul,
But lost so badly—it swallowed me whole.

Depression haunts this hollow frame,
Hope flickers low, a dying flame.
Yet in this dark and endless night,
My brother’s love is still my light.

My sisters’ care, my son EJ’s smile,
My wife beside me all the while—
They hold me here, they pull me through,
Though joy feels far and faith feels few.

O God, I cry with heavy breath,
Please guide me far from living death.
Teach me to pray, to trust, to grow,
To smile again, to truly know—

That I am not beyond repair,
Even in this deep despair.
Let not my life weigh down their own,
Don’t let me be a burden sown.

Thy will be done, I kneel and plead,
Rescue this soul in urgent need.
Give me strength, O Lord above—
To live, to heal, to rise in love.

Amen.