Why do I yearn for understanding’s grace?
Why do I seek solutions, lost in space?
A restless mind, a soul in pain,
A prisoner of thoughts, again and again.
Why does letting go seem such a strife?
Why do I cling to memories, a fading life?
Yearning for chances, lost in time’s cruel hand,
A simple wish for a life, peaceful and planned.
A mind tormented, a spirit subdued,
A vision obscured, a future unviewed.
A heavy price for the gift of breath,
A life of longing, a dance with death.
A heart adrift, a soul forlorn,
A quest for peace, a hope withdrawn.
Unreachable dreams, a futile chase,
A weary mind, a desolate space.
Who will soothe this troubled soul?
Who will make my spirit whole?
A silent plea, a heartfelt sigh,
A wish for peace, a wish to die.
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