God, the Keeper of What’s Lost
God,
I lost many videos—
memories folded in pixels and light,
moments that once breathed in my hands.
It hurts—a slow fire in my chest,
burning the archives of my soul.
I wish You’d bring them back,
each frame a lifeline,
each sound a heartbeat.
Or… if they must stay gone,
lay Your hand upon my shaking mind,
calm the storm that claws at my nerves.
Because this absence ruins my brain,
cracks my thoughts like glass,
and demolishes my head—
until only Your peace
can rebuild what was broken.
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