Turning around, feeling all alone Wandering vainly, searching for my home Dear God can you help me, or are you even there He has never answered, so I’m begging to the air No devine intervention, to guide my troubled way I swallow the amber liquid, ignoring the price I may pay A disappoint to most, yet a cure for some Is this to be the tale, for the only one Life’s been a trip, but I really can’t complain Although I’ve been dealt, entirely too much pain What can I say, besides life’s a bitch One thing I’m thankful for, I didn’t die in the ditch I’m still looking for something, to open up the doors Yet nothing I’ve tried, has unlocked those damned things And I can’t escape, with my clipped wings So I’m dealing with these things, which I can’t explain Things grow stranger, as it continues to rain Feeling out of place, and I’m the one at fault Locking away frustration, in an imperfect vault Flipping through time, to the remains of the day Searching for peace, where did I lose my way What’s there to action, besides the act fall to my knees, a knife in my back Twisted and turned, the pain is severe Out of one eye, I shed a single tear The pain is still there, but the tear is gone As I wait patiently, for the new day to dawn
Reason for writing:
It is what I felt at the time and what was written.
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