The Flickering Candle
It’s hard to live when you feel like your time has already passed,
it’s like dragging your life from the grave each day
I keep asking God to rescue me,
but the darkness covers his love
I feel so hollow
like I’m curled up in the fetal position in the corner of a dark room
Overwhelmed by a deep nondescript apprehension,
and the fear that nothing matters
And then the panic sets in,
It makes me want to scream
But I don’t see the point,
it won’t change anything
Yet here I am keeping up appearances just like you,
smiling and laughing like it’s all ok but in truth, it’s hard to breathe
It’s all so heavy now that I can’t lift my heart
My knees are weak and bleeding,
but I’m still crawling
Crawling down a dark and broken path,
toward your flickering candle
Copyright © Roy Wilde | Year Posted 2024
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