Wordless

Monday, August 01, 2011

wordless

I can't do it anymore, I'm so tired, worn, and sore. I won't try this again, This just shouldn't begin. I quit. I quit, and you can't stop me. Tear-stained cheeks and dusted knee, a joy-drained face and wordless sorrow. Don't even want to see the light of the morrow. The light shines, coming through my window. Dawn breaks, chasing out shadow. Yet wordless and joy-drained I remained, However, now I know that I will be sustained. I can't do this. I simply won't be. It is not I who lives, But Christ in me.