Help if You Can

Written by: Winter Wallace

I would ask you to help me up....but it's no use

Lament for lost promise
Lament for present self
Lament for those who try to help

These mirrors only tear me apart
Cut into my skin,pour poison into my heart

The pacts have been broken
The angst has transformed

Apathy is steady...I've slipped way too far

The gray is everywhere-as bland as it was before
Home has been lost in heart...I am seeker for the storm

Clear past expectation,potential is a word

May, the days be kinder to you all....

May you soar