broken lines (collection 34)

Missing SVH

Thy pressue flows in my calm precious veins.
So forth, cannot look ahead for good reign..
Utterly tired, inside and out, beneath.
Disturbed in a most private time you breathe!

Time that you are in peace, tranquil, order.
A status free from anxiety, chaos..
Far from such conflicts, trials, disorder.
Everything that keeps you happy, not loss.

Sudden cold winds, and heat blowing each side.
Signs of impending disaster comes sight..
Strong patience have been tested, but thy lost!
Love transformed into crimson, shades of hate..

Despite all of this, in the end, love flows,
as I turn to God, asking, make me glow!