I know a weakness, I know a fear, I know discouragement and I know a tear. Hope waits at the door today; yet I lock it and turn away letting someone down today. The more I run, the more I'm blinded by the light of day creeping up like yesterday. The fear comes just like today, just one glimpse and I feel the need to look back. My soul becomes unknown to me; I'm scorched like a rose in the sun, burn, burn, burn before yesterday. So again I awake surrounded by the same light; the second chance in life to see yesterday as today. My hand upon the door feeling the urge to open to see what has fallowed me; a pain or fear I can not see for I thought it was living inside me. My heart in conflagration I want to know more as the door knob glows I poll away there is never a yesterday there is only today. The windows to my soul there is none; I am blind with frustration and hostility with what fervor I have left in me is dried up like dead leaves in the fall. I am strength and if you know...
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