I stand before you lord to contemplate my worth.
lost within my pain,all I see is grey through all my hurt.
the weight of all that burdens, all the worries,feels though I’m cursed .
So I raise these hands to heaven screaming that if need be, the higher me can return my flesh into the dirt,
dust my bones into the earth; send my soul so far away beyond the plaines of universe.
beyond the pages of the verse, Mind is tortured more than words assert,
But It’s no more than I deserve or worse….
so without further ado I climb,
Reaching and Hoping to find a way.
To set my soul on fire, see if I can burn myself a brighter day. Come what may, it’s forceful men that go ahead and seize the day.
May the seeds I plant today yield me a feast to feed the spaces as I stray.
Knomad24 