Lines from my Darkest Week

There’s a cry in my heart for a meaning to live

There’s a hole in my chest searching out for relief.

Where can I find a peace in my mind,

When all that I think about is what’s behind?

The emotions are great and I hesitate.

The fear is real and I’m scared to fail.

The pressure inside finds no place to hide

And I’m left alone, exposed and prone.

I’ve been the giver; I’ve been the taker

I’ve been the seeker for the right answer

But where can I search for something unseen?

But where can I look for something within?

Who am I to the world outside?

I feel like I am standing in a divide.

An in-betweener; a man without a cause,

Who’s searching for meaning and has no time to pause.

Everyone has a place; of such, I was told.

But who can tell me mine? Come answer, ye bold!

Don’t tell me lies; or half-truths, be warned!

For I’ve been deceived; I have been faced with scorned.

Where do I belong? Are there many who sing this song?

Alone in the midst of the crowd; invisible to the faint and loud

Are there others like me; in this same misery?

Do I have brothers or sisters to call; when I begin to fall?