Feeling of being bludgeoned
Feeling of being then abandoned
Feeling of being lavished
Feeling of then being trashed…
Oh, my heart screams and blows out my ears…
Though I’m not making a sound,
Just the slipping sound of my tears.
When will this grip of grief release me?
What can I do, to be free?
Let me stroll on an island…
And only hear wings and waves in symphony.
Let me stroll to the sandy, end of the knoll…
Let me bare my all.
Lord, leave me not…
Isolated on the Scholl.
Come to me in the night.
Comfort me, in night,
when I feel the spikes.
Everyone always leaves.
No one understands …
What You meant when You said “cleave”.
Restore me to that place …
Where it doesn’t matter…
Where all I see is Your face.
©2012 jan leree
Feeling of being then abandoned
Feeling of being lavished
Feeling of then being trashed…
Oh, my heart screams and blows out my ears…
Though I’m not making a sound,
Just the slipping sound of my tears.
When will this grip of grief release me?
What can I do, to be free?
Let me stroll on an island…
And only hear wings and waves in symphony.
Let me stroll to the sandy, end of the knoll…
Let me bare my all.
Lord, leave me not…
Isolated on the Scholl.
Come to me in the night.
Comfort me, in night,
when I feel the spikes.
Everyone always leaves.
No one understands …
What You meant when You said “cleave”.
Restore me to that place …
Where it doesn’t matter…
Where all I see is Your face.
©2012 jan leree
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