Finding Peace
I walk among the weathered stones,
Contemplating my life alone;
Staring into the vanishing light,
Praying for the courage to face the night;
Fearing the endless days up ahead,
I’m stuck here alone, no friends but the dead,
Trapped in this place, never to be freed;
I was deserted by all in my hour of need;
I look around but no one is there,
Filling my lonely heart with despair;
The soulless blackbirds fly overhead,
“Tirzah” they whisper, my name brings me dread;
I’m stuck here alone with naught but my fear,
The path to my future remaining unclear;
I cling to the memory of my fading past;
Hoping that I can find peace at last.
Copyright © Tirzah Conway | Year Posted 2011
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