Every so often, words of a poetic nature pop into my head. I wrote this one just yesterday, and it's the first one I've written since March (I posted that one as well - This Question Haunts Me Still).
Crushed Beyond Repair
Somebody come and rescue me, I'm crushed beyond repair
Someone come and take my hand and let me know you're there
Come and sit beside me, place your hand upon my heart
Pull me close and hold me tight, in case I fall apart
I once had joy and dreams and hopes, but now my heart is grim
I once saw a bright horizon, but now my view is dim
I felt the love around and through, I never hid nor fled
But now I have nowhere to run, and I've been left for dead
Where are they hopes that once felt so true?
Why am I abandoned by all I once knew?
Who can I blame for where I am and where I've been?
When can my eyes shut and not open again?
Somebody come and rescue me, I'm crushed beyond repair
Someone come and take my hand and let me know you're there
Every hand I've found to hold has failed me in the end
Another painful memory, another wound to mend
What in this world can bring me peace?
What hand can make the anguish cease?
What path is there for me to tread
That brings me views of light instead?
From deep within, I feel a love I haven't known before
I can't explain but now I know this hand holds something more
Blood drips from the shattered palm, my world is torn in two
The old life is washed away, I'm left with something new
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