All this time alone
Has turned me to stone
I’d like to believe it’s not true
But it’s in the loneliness of the moon
I walk a long path
Quietly and somber
Wishing I knew the ways
How to make it all change
There is a fine line I see
Between those that are true
And those that play me for a fool
No longer can I decide which of the two
Wanting to open up
Wishing that I could
Not knowing how
Experience has hollowed me
Now what do I do
My begging knees are weak
My praying voice squeaks
Tears burn me through
The answers should be easy
It is never the way it seems
Clouds always open up
Not knowing their choice till it’s seen
Changes need to come
Finding an inner kind of love
Searching for the key
Opening the door to the place for me
copyright 2012 ~smh~
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