Paralyzed

Paralyzed Obscured by an air of grief Waves of unending gloom Followed by a deep sense of dread The world pours itself down an endless pit of doom Every word belies itself at it's inception Torn in two by the speaker A cantacerous clammering inside, yearning for truth Every day a another lie, making us stronger yet weaker One moment a feining of the pasts simplicity An adjure of release or respite But like every past moment It is taken by the userper, another fight This life is not meant for the meek It is not meant for any child of mine To have to recount any would leave me speechless How do I put in words that we are not fine You will be used You will be abused Do not quit but do not be silent Least they be amused Take heart, sweetheart