I hear the thunder roll
and stare out at the dark sky.
The pitter-patter of the rain
magnifies the eerie silence I feel inside.
A void
that's slowly filling.
With cynicism, hatred and despair
All together at once.
The more I try to avoid it
fight it and move on.
The tighter the feeling clasps itself
around my heart.
I pray for help to arrive,
Maybe I should ask.
Like a thirsty bloodsucker
it steals the elixir from me.
Happiness draining out
I find it hard to breathe.
Sleepless nights I befriend
like a lover I'll never leave.
If only I could cheat
to find a happy day to greet me.
A tear rolls down my cheek
as I pray for the day I would learn to live again.
But pain, hatred and despair
refuse to let go of me.
Like they are the masters.
And I am their keep.
I scream, wail, and die
again and again on the inside.
This torturous journey refusing to end
I find myself giving up on me.
From a distance
I hear your voice.
I halt.
Your voice. It’s louder now.
Like a drop of sweet golden honey
on my tongue.
Like the caress of a soft feather
on my cheek.
I begin to relax.
I begin to breathe.
Your voice grows louder
and I no longer feel like I'm lost at sea.
Like a beacon you guide me
your voice being the tune my heart wants to beat.
In a life where miracles
don't happen very often.
Every night you heal me
with your speech.
I have found myself again
I now smile effortlessly.
You are the reason I wake up
experiencing beautiful dreams.
Your voice like a lullaby
puts me to sleep.
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