silent frustrations
most of us endure
(and)
we bear
and bared
with pain filled flames
that have singed our spirits
leaving us so scared.
crying inside or yelling out loud
wanting, wishing someone to hear..
to help us..
exstinguish this psychotic cloud
that surrounds
and leaves us lost, no hope to be found.
some making jokes
trying to laugh out the tears..
some trying to bleed out
that torment inside.
afraid of touch
of them, of us.
can't put that fear aside..
we watch
as they jump
and try to scribble away
those blackend soul-smears.
what do we do?
where do turn?
where are you, you that we yearn?
Divine Father, do not forsake us now
even if we have forsaken you.
all we can do is believe
with your great love and endurance
you will lead us back to the road that renews..
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