Trapped - Good Grief

5/9/2013 I’m trapped In the chamber of hopelessness Could this be a curse or a mere sign? It’s way too difficult to be myself…when someone expects you To be in the same shoes as them…to empathize with them These bitter emotions coursing inside of me Becomes serpentine…it chokes me to the core… I wonder… What it’s like to be in his shoes I wander… Through a jungle of chaos, lament and clues I wonder… What it’s like to be trapped In a drunkard’s mind… Will it suffocate me or will it be beyond belief? Will there be hope in mind? – I’ll explore till I find The answer to my questions Where’s His mercy road? Am I falling behind? How can I have the courage to conquer my expeditions? Will there be compassionate relief in the long run? I’m wrapped around my sorrow state Could this be just another trial? It’s way too complicated how to… clearly explain this brewing frustration in my head disturbs my silent, sublime slumber These mystifying dreams of mine… Fill my heart with dread… It cuts through me like butter it doesn’t resemble a comforter… Whatsoever If…I incline to your grief, I’d be trapped In the chamber of hopelessness… AGAIN – GOOD GRIEF