Thoughts of jewels, silver, gold
Have become a blur
Filled with visions of dirt, dust, mud
Change so quickly to occur
Sinking deep in the vast valley
Of I all I want not be
Kneeling in the quicksand
Feeling abandoned by me
Once I was a person
Someone I understood
Now I know not what I am
Vexing thoughts' intent no good
Drops of red, crimson deep
Filling up my brain
Prayers being lifted on my behalf
Calling for me to be sane
If God's plan is insanity
Then help me to accept
That what this is, is good somehow
My purpose not inept
No comments:
Post a Comment