Turn the Page
I start at the beginning the very first page
But the four walls close in making it a cage
It doesn’t seem that anyone can hear me anymore
I can’t see past today to what the future has in store.
As the rain starts to fall I retreat inside my shell
Life begins to feel much like a living hell
I seem to do better with you here by my side
But how can you move on when you’ve forgotten how to try?
Sometimes so vast above us only sky
Sometimes I get trapped with nowhere to hide
I flip the page hoping life will get a little better
But the future has rain I’m only getting wetter.
I really didn’t think things would turn out this way
I’d love to return to the safety of the bay
The book just goes on no matter what I try
I feel the peace within starting to die.
So much feels like it’s just out of my hands
Though the decay moves inward I continue to stand
I turn the page again hoping the answer is for me
But my vision is fading and the page I can’t see.
Still I hope the final chapter isn’t done
After the darkness comes the light of the sun
I wish for a light to guide my path I have much left to do
It’s so hard to accept that the final chapter may be through.
Copyright © Mark Russell | Year Posted 2011
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