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Lonely Place
Am all attentive who will teach?
Let me know..
Am all submissive who will preach
Let me vow..
Tied the knot with this crazy witch called the world who threw me out of my home and let me all alone in the ditch save me Lord..
Deep inside this wedlock nor divorce just remorse in return made my head so full and dull am walking blindly crossing lonely roads..
Sitting next or beside this witch
Body itch and muscle twitch
Lord knows I need a switch..
My eyes shut how can I see?
Road blocks I cannot flee
Got stranded in here for so many weeks
Am totally lost in what I seek..
My magic wand now just a stick
I have not a single trick
Can't penetrate a wall of bricks
So count me out among those gods of Greek..
One can tell my time is due
Am dull enough to need a clue
Set me free, let me out of this lonely place
All the doors are locked
Am trading on an empty space..
Am calling from a lonely place
I might be too late
Screaming in a such a silent place
Help me!
The sun about to rise
I am dying with no grace
All I crave for is digging my own grave..
Let me know..
Am all submissive who will preach
Let me vow..
Tied the knot with this crazy witch called the world who threw me out of my home and let me all alone in the ditch save me Lord..
Deep inside this wedlock nor divorce just remorse in return made my head so full and dull am walking blindly crossing lonely roads..
Sitting next or beside this witch
Body itch and muscle twitch
Lord knows I need a switch..
My eyes shut how can I see?
Road blocks I cannot flee
Got stranded in here for so many weeks
Am totally lost in what I seek..
My magic wand now just a stick
I have not a single trick
Can't penetrate a wall of bricks
So count me out among those gods of Greek..
One can tell my time is due
Am dull enough to need a clue
Set me free, let me out of this lonely place
All the doors are locked
Am trading on an empty space..
Am calling from a lonely place
I might be too late
Screaming in a such a silent place
Help me!
The sun about to rise
I am dying with no grace
All I crave for is digging my own grave..
Published 24th Jun 2023
| Edited 2nd Nov 2023
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25th Jun 2023 4:55am
I like the metaphoric rendering of this intellectual musing, my King, it speaks of seeking answers of the mind, which it appears, and from my observation, is grasping at the hope, inner salvation, and peace of mind, yet, not knowing where to look, I will have to say look up when you are down on your knees praying.
This was honest, and I admire you for speaking your truth in the midst of overcoming your turmoil.
Enjoy your Sunday.
This was honest, and I admire you for speaking your truth in the midst of overcoming your turmoil.
Enjoy your Sunday.
16th Jul 2024 6:58pm
