.........A bag of stones as my heart.
Water lillies as eyes,
A glass vase as my body.
I couldn't think with this thunder
storm of a mind and I couldn't
speak when my heart is racing, running out
of time. Blurred is my vision, heavy, are my thoughts. My heart filled with the heaviness of fear and nightmares.
I don't know what to do. I don't want
to enter into the dark lairs of death
I am afraid, fearful, hurt
And lost. I hope you
God would help
me through
this storm...........................
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 3:34 AM UTC
.........A bag of stones as my heart.
Water lillies as eyes,
A glass vase as my body.
I couldn't think with this thunder
storm of a mind and I couldn't
speak when my heart is racing, running out
of time. Blurred is my vision, heavy, are my thoughts. My heart filled with the heaviness of fear and nightmares.
I don't know what to do. I don't want
to enter into the dark lairs of death
I am afraid, fearful, hurt
And lost. I hope you
God would help
me through
this storm...........................
Hope you have a great year ahead!
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