But I still hold on to faith in the
bleakest of times
And I keep faith alive when filled
with doubt
But I have fallen into a ragged
gutter of endless struggles
Unable to keep pushing towards my
unmet goals
These goals are just hiding inside
the undulating sea of my mental thesaurus
Not even remotely available
But this faith is beside me through
the long turbulent nights
But still the loneness tugs at my
tears
Until they ripen and release
My weeping is tender not discordant
I doubt my words,
And I wonder if their worth will
touch anyone’s heart
But I will still speak
Hoping to get a gentle touch of a
hand
Receive the tenderness of the
divine
Sit quietly and embrace the silence
But I know someday I will tuck my
heart
Into the clear sky of freedom
And never ever look back
I will get into people’s head and
blow their mind
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