Post by austin on May 6, 2018 19:27:18 GMT -5
Where does one turn
When their heart is troubled.
Feeling so empty
Utterly alone and lost
Surrounded by people yet isolated
Nowhere to call “Home”
Where are those words
That can liberate my broken Heart
At every turn happiness taunts
As I seek Salvation
I grow weary plodding along
No harbor is this tumultuous storm
The simplest gesture
To free me from myself