The leach is never satisfied.
Until it's drained you of all blood.
******* you dry.
As it says.
Give, Give, Give.

I Give.
I Give.
I Give.
Then I'm bruised, battered and backlashed.
And I have no more to give.

I'm your dismissal.
Because you think I'm dumb.
But little do , you know.
I have one up on you.

As the deer pant eth, for the water, so my soul pant eth after thee.
Who can we liken our journey unto.
But that of a deer.
As winter rears its ugly head.
The deer knows,it is for greener pastures it has to seek.
The journey a long and treacherous one.
But it has too be done.
Danger lurking every where,as wild beasts wait, to pounce upon their prey.
The elements of nature, pounding down as they encounter.
Torrents of rain.
Storms unleashing their full fury.
And the blisteringly sun, beating down in full force.
The search for water is drastic.
As they know not where the next water  supply will come.
Many not making this journey, as they are taken out.
So too is this our journey.
Sometimes we experience, four seasons in one month.
As we are been hit, right .left and center.
The full fury of the Titans, bashing us to pieces, as it is unleashed with such full force.
Trials from inside and out.
Pain, sorrow and loneliness.filling our very being.
But a journey that has to be done.
And as the deer pant eth for the water.
So do we.
Searching for a well,to fill us up.
So that we do not grow weary, nor faint.
As this is a journey.
We all must make.

If tomorrow was silenced.
Where would we be.
Floating in space .
And nowhere to go.

One moment in time.
Captured by a photographic lens.
When time stood still.
As the flash went off.
Capturing that very moment.
Which will have a lasting effect.

I say.
You say.  
We all say.
What are we saying.
We have no inkling.
Of what is behind the sheeting.