This Doesn’t Get A Title Cuz I Hate It
It’s kind of dark out…
Especially for midday..
And I’m feeling far out
Pushed to the sea from the bay.
The tether is slipping,
I’m weakened in my grasp.
And from my constant cries
My voice is nothing more than a breathing rasp.
Please tell me there is light.
I’m feeling my way
Against craggy walls
And I’m missing the days
I wandered hallowed halls
I’m thirsty and need a drink,
I would settle for water holy,
Or wine or a hug or a think,
Whatever has me feeling found and whole-ly.
I stumble often
In these caverns unknown
And crumble often
When I notice I’m still un-grown.
But please, tell me there is light.
Every rustle,
Every breeze,
Has me shaking
In my knees.
I can’t see the moonlight
For the trees
I have no sight
To make me feel at ease.
Just….*sigh*
Just tell me there is light…
Copyright © Jonathan J. | Year Posted 2024
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