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LimboI've been falling to my knees, oh Lord To ask for all the wrong things.. Praying to be taken out of this limbo This existing, not living.. I haven't been very good at being alive And never successful at asking to die. I know I don't want to be so tired And sick all the time.. I know I don't want to be a failure Within myself, to my children My family, my friends To you, God From the beginning to the end. I'll look for the sweetness in life Instead of swallowing it down Like one of my bitter pills. Oh Lord, help me climb this hill.. I'm trembling My feet bloodied and my legs so worn. Lord, please be there with me As you give me the stength To step aside And out of this tortured state of limbo. Copyright2004surrealdancingpoetry Vote for this poem
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