I was at my wits end
life need not be this unkind
My dreams far better than the reality lived
Like a shell left by the receding tide , I felt alone
Like the receding tide I withdrew myself from the crowded shore
It was peace I needed some quiet to silence my troubled mind
I was at a loss
life need not be this cruel
broken by unfulfilled dreams , wrecked by Ill fate
like I was drowning in a deep troubled sea. each night I would hope to rise through the torrents
Taking each step tentatively.
Unsure of my future
I was helpless
The peace I got was through the pages of a paperback novel
Lost in a fantasy whose future more pleasant, having a happy ending
mine being far from reach
The stories drew me in
Chapter after chapter , numbing my pain
I was at my wits end
Only one thing remained hope
Since At a wits end corner is where Gods power is shown
Though helpless but I lay in the hollow of Gods hands
hands that couldn’t let me go.