Feeling so alone
In a world of hurt
I cry to the skies
That someday, I’ll be healed
~
Until then, I struggle
With fear and pain
Hoping one day
To catch the real meaning
Of why I was brought here
~
As I pick up the rose
My feelings are pricked
By the thorns of evil.
~
As I watch the blood pour
From my wounds
Will I ever heal?
~
Or will I be kept numb
In this forgotten world
Of never ending hurt?
~~~
Written by Beth Malbon, 1985
Collage made from free downloads from Get Drawings and Shutter Stock 648154420
