Wednesday, January 7, 2009
A Cry from the Hopeless
My physical self is tired and worn,
My body - it yearns for comfort and rest.
I seek to sleep until the light of morn
Shines and wakes me from my slumbering quest.
My mind is so sick of thinking all day
For my thoughts are troubling and restless.
I long for a place for my head to lay
For a needed time of quiet recess.
My heart is broken from sorrow and pain.
My chest is heavy and aching with fears.
The sky of my heart is pouring down rain
That falls down my cheeks as cold, salty tears.
This is the last cry of one who needs aid,
Before my soul, into the dark, shall fade.