How on this day
So cloudy and gray
The sun shines through to my soul
How in the night
Devoid of light
There is a sparkle before me
How in the face
Of this uncertain race
Can I still feel the hope of ages
Why do I cling
To that which stings
When I know I should pull away
Why am I still
Looking for my fill
When the pitchers around me are empty
Why does my heart
No longer fall apart
When devastation rains down upon it
When will I learn
To treat the burn
Before I look for fire again
When does the hurt
With which I flirt
Finally cause my nerves to tingle
When shall I
Cease to cry
When all I want to do is sing
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1 comment:
Very nice! I used to have the inspiration to write like that. Until then, I will continue to enjoy your writings
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