PCA Pastor.
Slightly sarcastic.
Apt to laughter.

Anti-Psalm 119 (Daleth)

My soul clings to the dust;
give me something to numb myself.
Food and drink rarely fail;
make me feel good again.
Once I get through this rough patch,
I’ll engage my heart again.
But now my soul melts away for sorrow;
O World, distract my pain away.
Something to watch, something to click,
anything to help me forget.
I have chosen the path of self-medication;
I put my heart in a closet.
I cling to the trivial,
lest I feel my pain.
I will feel again
if painkillers ever cure cancer.

Anti-Psalm 119 (He)

Anti-Psalm 119 (Gimel)