Thank God for You

Seems like I'm always
grasping the rim
of hopes
with mere fingernails
scratching its sides
as hard as rocks
praying not to fall

at times I whimper
with the pain
or moan with frustration
wishing myself
more strength
to leave or die
and stay

repetition complaints whines
knocking on tired ears
dissatisfactions
unhappiness
discontents
you listen and smile
Says you will be alright

I mutter prayers
supplications
to a distant regal God
but you have the faith
you believe
you trust
so Thank God for You

A strange old new place
sleepless on iron bed
listening to the sounds
of the sea
tears crusting on old eyes
I am so weary
I wish you are here.