Silent Thoughts
Empty, speechless
filled with sorrow.
I question the matter
of waking up tomorrow.
A deep breath in...
exhale slow.
Silently I cry
lonely, broken
hurt inside.
A soul...
sometimes lost.
a believer...
full of doubt.
Simple, but complicated
not always figuring it out.
A lifeless energy;
an unspoken secret.
Will I stay like this?
Is this how God will keep it?
Looking for the way
with a blind fold on.
I stumble, I fall;
HELP, to myself
I call.
Copyright © Genice Morrison | Year Posted 2006
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