Hiatus Break!

I recently went dark

Thoughts internally raging with emotions

Called to Question by the soul

But my nomad Heart wasn't there to prosecute.

 

Denied bail

I found myself roaming the four corners

Both of them being my sentence down the river

 

I could swear

To feel sweat drip

Yet my body remained dry.

 

Called to the stand

My thoughts protested being capped

While emotions preached

Unaudited sermon of untanned fires.

 

Chased!

 

The soul decapitated

Scattered the hallways of freedom

Trying to find sane

Plucked with worries of tomorrow

Never to come

Daunted moments

Reassuring hoops of fire to surely burn.

 

So I went M.I.A.

To chill the magma contest

Only to reemerge

To pass a comment of hope

As tomorrow aren’t promised by any.

Can I Borrow A Hand

Don't sugar coat my pain
For I need to be healed
Instead of being mocked

Don't stage manager my grief
For I need to be comforted
Rather than being paraded

Don't distort my troubles
For I need to be assisted
Instead of being backbitten

Don't cosmetically dress my depression
For I need to be helped
Rather than being neglected

For who is to save me?
When you busy
Mocking, parading, backbiting and neglecting
For your hand was required
If I was to sail through

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