Thursday, February 1, 2018

Frustrated

Angry cry
Desperate tears
Not knowing why
Sadness appears
Want to break free
Chains and deadbolts
Hidden is the key
Can't unlock the vault

Where is the magic?
The promised land?
Have banged 'gainst winds,
Walls, hurt delicate hands
Have walked the road
Have pushed through the rain
Can't go much farther
Carrying this unending pain

Sitting and standing
Unwilling to pretend
The sun has no meaning
While each has his own shame
And tears form rivers
Of undissolved past
Hope is deceiving
Where is the magic touch?

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