Lost
My soul cry's but so far its only been a whisper
how can the light be found in such darkness
hands in from of face awkwardly swing about hoping for a touch
of comfort
hoping the light takes that hand and guides it
but hopes and wishes fall on absent ears
a lone tear falls from eyes that can't not be seen
and its journey is with out
end so small but the sorrow with in its salty fissures will not find
Mersey for there is no bottom from which relish its suicide
thoughts
Copyright © Christopher Parris | Year Posted 2014
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