Tears stream down my face,
As I cry myself to sleep.
Wondering why God wouldn't end all of my grief.
I walk within a crowed world and yet I feel alone,
I scream inside and beg them to hear my inner groans.
I long for a gentle touch,
Am I really asking for that much.
For a word of encouragement from those I call friend,
To want some to hold me and tell me this isn't the end.
To show a little kindness on my days of pain,
To make me feel wanted in a world all about the gain.
Sorrow and misery encase my soul,
Will not be sent a friend who makes me feel whole?
So one to guide me through this storm,
And make my life transform.
To bring me happiness and peace of mind,
And not make me feel confined.
Some one who doesn't go with the tide,
Someone in whom with everything I can confide.
YOU ARE READING
Book of poems and thoughts
RandomWhat comes from my heart finds its way to the page. I started this back in 2014 as a kid. I cringe a bit but couldn't bring myself to delete it. Maybe will add to it over the years.
