erin wynette

Drained

in the midst of my silence

the past rushed into my mind with unrelenting speed

pricking every point of my then senseless being

numbed by so much pain injected like anesthetic medicine

 

shame and doubt became an epidemic

invading my body, pARalyzed with lies and intrigues

i was confined to bed and I felt so minute

with my low self-esteem, i was put to comatose

 

when will i be freed from this unending trial?

it tortures my mind no matter how i deny

when will i see the sky, oh please tell me now?

when will i see the sun with no cloud that mars?

 

with my strength drained, how will i give up?

to pick up the pieces of my soul broken like glass

will i creep or crawl, but where will i go?

will you be there to help me so?