I’m hungry in my heart for a thing I
cannot name
As an absence in my soul to a place
I cannot frame
dreaming of these things non-stop
constantly
To a place in my mind that yearns
to be set free.
There’s a whisper in my soul that
remains not at rest
Within this fragile form where I have
tried to do my best
And I’m breaking on the inside like
the tide upon the rocks
devoid of feeling within myself like a
fortress full of locks
How many thoughts of this have
I held within my heart
In the realities of our world where
they never seem to start
And I wonder on the futures of what
is yet to be
With eyes upon the love that I never
seem to see.
And I want to say I’m hopeful that
this will come to pass
like goals of finding something
designed to fully last
Like gazing upon horizons in
visions of the blessed
yearning for something more than language
can express
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