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Quentin Wagstaff

Confusion, pain.
No purpose; no gain.
Sickness, insecurity
twisting my brain.

I writhed; I fought;
was winning, I thought.
I awoke from a dream,
How long? I forgot.

I prayed, how I prayed.
He heard and he stayed.
I'm grateful and thankful,
and hopeful, today.