Joy and Purpose
As I turned the corner,
there stood a man,
aided by his friend,
a drunk as drunk gets.
He couldn't walk.
He couldn't talk.
He coudn't think.
He was lost in an endless pit of self-destruction.
His eyes were as bleak as the darkest night.
There was no hope in those eyes.
No love or joy to share.
No promise for a better tomorrow.
The only thing tomorrow promised was pain and sadness.
His body, called by God to love and fulfill a greater purpose,
couldn't even support itself.
His own two hands had dragged him to a dreadful place beyond reality,
a place filled with only tears and depression
He had tricked himself.
He had killed himself.
I can only pray God speaks to his heart and shows him true joy and purpose.
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