Vile
The acid that seeps to my eyes
And my lungs
And scorches my mouth
Freezing
The water that stains my cheeks
And my throat
And weighs on my tongue
I believe
That something good is coming
But somehow
All turns out wrong
I believe
That something is going to change
My life will rearrange
My greatest worries will be all gone
Somehow
A knife slides in
My heart twists
And I fall
Down
Under ground I go
To the lowest low
And I see
Looking up at all
Of those who I cared
I couldn't reach up
I couldn't be helped up
I couldn't raise up
They
Had no idea
Anything
Was astray
With me
And now
I see
That to stand again
I can't just bend my legs
And lift
I see
That I'll have to be
A worthy friend
And tell the ones
For whom care
What's going on
What's changing
With me
And now I see
To fix myself
I'll have to be
A better me
Who can see
When alls good and well
And not just when I'm hurting
I'll have to be
A better me
Who's curious and careful and kind
I'll have to be
Someone
Who cares
But I can't be
A better me
Without a push from thee
Someone who cares
YOU ARE READING
In the Garden Primeval, where I'll pray for you.
PoetryI have a plan for you You'll deal with it all And with the weight of the world on your shoulders you'll face a fall People won't catch you Many times But I'll pray for you They'll come in time
