Wounded

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Lost and broken....

Hopeless and lonely....

I'm running in the circle of boundaries....

Which where to go, how far it takes, how long will it last, it all become blurry as the fog of sorrow closing in and entwined me inside it.

My eyes are fading, my soul is bleeding....

And now my faith is wearing thin....

No matter how hard I try, no matter how loud I cry, I can't climb up from this pain.

I'm falling hard, there's no control to the way I'm heading, it's dark, cold, a dreadful hills with no end.

What awaits for me down under, which place I'm going into, when I'll be there, is there anymore pain I should bare. The questions are left unanswered as my consciousness withered.

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