Hearing all the noises
Bashing in my head
No time to see the goodness
Only misery, loneliness and dread.
Honestly don’t know
What became of my lighthearted soul
Mired down in stress
Burdened with things as dark as coal.
No one will help me out
No one really cares
All I hear is bashing, crashing in my head
Filled with misery, loneliness and dread.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Honestly
I don’t know where to be
Honestly
The path is winding way beyond me
Do I follow it?
Do I turn the other way
Seek the horizon there across the bay?
Honestly
Can you tell me?
Sometimes
I don’t know what to say
Or just how I’ll find my way
Sometimes
I just don’t know
That’s when I have to trust
Everything will be alright
Sometimes
Everything will flow
To a place I sometimes know.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
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