Monday, October 10, 2011
Why can't you see my pain? Why can't you hear my cries? The desperation in my voice. A lost child roaming the halls of life searching for a Father to hold. Faces of unfamiliarity, places of unimportance, searching for the place that one can only call home. I'm drowning in this sea of people and no one has noticed another one slipping through the cracks. I reach for fingertips that had once intertwined with my own, if only they would reach back in return. A finger, a tip, a chance; that is all I ask. Please take that chance on me. Remember who I am, who I was, and who I hope to once again be. Don't let the roads of life pass us by as we stare ahead, not accepting the love, not acknowledging the pain, and not reaching for the ones in need. I do not want to let another day pass feeling so burdened by this life full of emptiness, lonliness, and regret. I spend nights regretting all the friends I cannot seem to hold on to. I call, my voice hoarse from sorrow and desperation, I just ask that I hear the twinkle of your voice once again through the waves of darkness constantly carrying me away. God, hear my prayer. Hear my voice. Remember me.