Sick of Sorrow: I Will Make It
Buried alive by your goodbyes
Airborne dead by your senseless lies
Overcoming feelings of hurt,
Seeking first His comfort
Drenched in silence
While the waters rinses away
The dread from my head
The squalid grief left me
Breathless for only a moment,
Then it disappears instead
So sick of the sorrow
So, I’m high up in the clouds
Let me live till tomorrow
Let me avoid the endless crowds
I won't wear my usual frown
While I swim in waters of blue
And trek on grounds of brown
I am sipping the liquids of morning dew
Succumb to courageousness
I won't ascend with sadness
Repugnant rage drifts away so fast
My happiness from above is so vast
Buried alive by your goodbyes
Airborne dead by your senseless lies
Overcoming feelings of hurt,
Seeking first His comfort
I'm the prey of mere procrastination
I'm falling victim to foolish sensation
Need effulgence and a sense of relief
From this rather squalid, despicable grief
Being sorrowful is extremely pitiful
This brief grief will disappear
And become something so beautiful,
So fear not, my doubtful dear
Relieve me
Release me
Release the demons from my mind
I'm a stranger in danger from long ago,
Simply left behind…left oh so blind
I'm a loner, all alone, trying to go with the flow
Everyday, I wish
I could soar away
The bottomless anguish
Maybe it’ll be today…
It’s been far too long…way too long…
Since I've seen the light (I'll make it tonight)
Since I've knew right from wrong
I will try with my might (I'll make it alright)
Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2020
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