Terrorized, I sit and stare at the devastation set before me
I don't dare feel the effects of my losses
My mind races and swears that it will no longer confuse,
Fumble with my thoughts
So as to regain my composure whenever I feel too weak to continue
How to overcome this pain? How to get pass my grief,
Past my forbidding surroundings?
I'm hungry and destitute, but I hunger more for life again
I sit here, alone, wondering what the next day will bring
What my next move should be
But I cannot fathom another tomorrow
I pray for the guidance from the one who rescues those in trouble,
Ah, I need to know that He's there
I cry dry tears that tear up my soul, and I wander aimlessly inside,
Worrying about where to go
I sigh as I realize that "I'm still alive", soaking up the uncompromising sun
I plan to see this through, I plan to be okay
Just going through the motions of days that promise nothing...
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