Crawling Through Mud
When did I feel this low and black?
Lost and hopeless with no way back
Crawling through mud and sliding through grime
It’s never been as bad as this time
Pinned to the ground by a crushing weight
Brought to my knees by life and cruel fate
Unable to rise to clear my eyes
And yet no one comes despite my cries
The weight bears down heavier still
Trying so hard to crush my will
The muck now crawls across my face
Slowly but surely its winning this race
As I’m sucked beneath the muck and grime
I whisper her name one last time.
Copyright © Anthony Mathias | Year Posted 2008
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