Doubt
Stained Pages, clear thoughts.
Thoughts that echo of promises lost.
Whose to blame in a sea of names?
lies that crumble of trust so easily bought.
If trust were a contract that anyone could draft,
what’s the point of trying, when nothing’s supposed to last?
Try as you might you feel like you’re slipping under,
the mountain of lies, you grasp at strength you can’t muster.
With your last dregs of strength, maybe you break through the surface,
but after all you’ve done will there be anyone left to notice?
Arms stretched up, your extremities fighting for your life.
You don’t really give a damn, but giving up just ain’t right.
You come up through that barrier even with your doubts wound tight,
your eyes scan the horizon and you pray,
you’re still bathed in light.
