Tied to the cavities of the night,

life becomes written tears in my eyes;

every part of my body has its wound

and I unceasingly wander in the aggregate pitfalls of a fog

 

Before me the cross of loneliness turns to me,

pass painful valleys,

there’s nothing left standing

only dents in my soul

 

Between fear and courage,

cold and misery tally each step,

waiting is in vain,

I have nothing left to believe in...

 

How do I fill my loneliness?

 

I didn’t learn from my mistakes,

fear assails me, days pass by,

I am a featureless canvas,

I feel like my peace was left in another body

 

What is the point of continuing if my life is unreal?

I do not want to die like that...!

 

No finish line…

when fate is hard and pain everlasting

In God's hands is the altar where I recline

 

©Noris Roberts