Tuesday, November 21, 2006

brokenness

In my short sightedness I did not see
In the quiet, I could not be still
There were instructions, but I could not comprehend
For everything seemed lost and blurry
Trully, I am blind, deaf and mute.

For I cannot see beyond the things of this world
The promised land is beyond the horizon

As I walk through this desert of dryness
Through the valleys of darkness
And the cold cold forrest

Here I lie, cold and broken
Hoping for help, crying for a way out
Here I lie
In my brokenness

1 comment:

lishun said...

at least you can still write poetry.