Unable to Move,
Unable to Speak,
Able to see but not Breathe
Unfortunate circumstances left me helpless,
When fearing the worst I made promises
Have a mind, but physical touch feeds and works my brain without that it dies slowly
The smallest movements to God be the glory
I feel no pain,
Through away the memory of the torn clothes and permanent blood stains
Being lifeless to no return,
Emptying the moment the thought rapidly burned
Hearts of many filled up
For as long as I remember I never felt good enough
Feeling a chill on the lowest of hills
Truly thankful I’m no longer standing still.