Hear My Cry
Try my hardest to not let them see
the pain and weariness break me.
Pray to God to get me out.
Hear the screams of fear from all around.
Quiet my thoughts of doubt and despair
while the weights around my ankles feel like a hundred pounds.
The chains around my wrist remind me where I am.
The sun beats down upon my head
blurring my perception of whats ahead.
I look down and find one dead,
turn my head and there I see
all the bodies of the deceased, lying at my feet.
I know my time is almost near, as I cry a few more tears.
Marching into the sun I see my life is almost gone.
The desert sands start to burn
I pray to God to take me home.
My mind is weak
my soul is dead
there is nothing left to give.
I am, who I am
Even if it means I had to die.
I am perfect in God's eyes!
10-5-2014
Death March
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