Sunday, March 19, 2017

Trapped

I do not feel happy,
I feel miserable.
He won't be setting free
The soul in me that's able
To live on her own love,
Taking all she can have.

I look to you, green trees.
I sing to your music.
Words of my soul to please
With the joy that you seek,
So you may grant me joy
And goodness you employ.

For I do not feel right,
Though I have all my might,
And I am in the light.

Careening to the shadows
Before I lose myself
Into the harshest blows,
Please give me any help,
For I do need you now;
Tell me when, tell me how.
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