"Dear God, make me a bird, so I can fly far, far away from here..."

A crushing mouth
Two hands of hate
A sacred bond
Turned twisted fate

Oh Lord oh Lord
Where art thou?
A desperate cry
Met with no sound

Please help me
To understand
Thy mysterious ways
Brought by thy self-righteous hand

You take no stand
As innocence is perversed
All knowing AND all loving?
A one sided prayer, the victims curse

"Dear God, make me a bird, so I can fly far, far away from here..."

©2025

I am the jagged reflection of a broken mirror
A fractured representation of hopelessness and fear
Nothing in front of me,
Only unbridled despair catching up from the rear
And I don't have another gear
So casually it's told to me
That it's so easy
But easy isn't described so easily
Comfort torn apart with a frenzy,
Pulled out from under me
Left with nothing
Just an emptiness that feeds the suffering
To move on I need,
~"I AM IN NEED"~
Of some kind of buffering
But no one is listening
So I have to ask,
"Do I want to move on...?"
What an impossible question
I must have missed some crucial lesson
Can not find the life or death connection
But life's not kind,
There is no rewind
In a human mind
That's something you can't find
Thankfully I do not sit alone, it's me and depression
A dysfunctional concoction
But it seems to be my only connection
To my reflection

©2025