Feelings

Gradually the lights are running out
Absence to final darkness, it was never for clout
These words may convey things that should never be spoken
But are forever the burdens of a soul and spirit that are broken

A stranger amongst blood
The tears constantly flow like a flood
Empty feels the words
I feel like Saul and Esau before God

Each day comes with reasons why I am incomplete
Why on the table of life I don't have a seat
I die when I realize I am alive each time
I must have been conceived and born a crime

I am not dignified with answers to the various 'why'
And blue is constantly my life and the colour of the sky
Oh I get stabbed each time I get talking
Below the belt and it impairs my walking

I dream constantly of getting away
I long for a glimmer of hope in a day
The deed is done
I can't seem to figure why I was born

I am accused and judged of complaining
Trying to find relief by expressing some pain
Through this piece of jargon, things slip off my chest
That comes back when it is viewed as something that detests