It is so dark in here. Why can't I see?
It is so hard to breathe.
How will I ever get free?
Please Father God, come and save me.
Why can't I hear? All I can feel is fear.
I'm covered in my tears.
I think they are clogging up my ears.
Hey, I'm right here. You're so near.
Get it in gear.
Hurry, I am feeling quite queer.
How I long to feel your touch.
If I just had a crutch.
I would hobble out of this hutch.
I know it wouldn't take much.
If I could just feel a nudge.
For some reason I can't seem to smell.
I am not feeling very well.
It's like Your scent has been swept away in a great gail.
Maybe I'm being confined in a jail.
If I was a quail, I'd fly far away, right through all this hail.
How I would spread my wings and tail.
Instead, here I am, biting my nails. While my tears collect in a pail.
Oh no, I can't even taste. Every morsel is like a thick paste.
There is not a bit of nourishment for me.
Every bite I take is just a big waste.
I'm asking You to please, help me. And I'm asking You to come with undo haste.
its a beautiful one.
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