Silent Rescue

Pains of displeasure gnawing At my insides Screams of disappointments Harmonizing with my outcries Wrong turns and deceptive trust My self-worth equality of zero The currency says “In God We Trust” Yearning for my designated hero I am a broken vessel, lost in the shuffle It is hard to stand where I could be seen Times are hard…I’m trying to get back my hustle Heartbroken with unrealized dreams Who am I? Drenched from my cries That you pass by so amused Trying to avoid the lack of joy That dims the light From my contrite I have become immune To this invisible life You think I am guilty You charge it as sin I am not the only No one but God could judge me Longing to be seen In much need of a friend Silent cries Devoid of allies Searching for my “silent rescue”