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”
Copyright © Sherry Beck | Year Posted 2018
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