Head stuffed with sickness

Sinus pain, built up pressure

There is no comfort.

In the spring of life

I searched deep inside my soul

Answers were not there.

Forward

Dancing with the heat
Feeding with the fading ghosts
Connecting with hope.

Change

Rain in the desert
Drops make green the waiting earth
Hills become alive.

The defeat seemed hard
Lost I saw not a way out
But what is despair?

To a sinking ship
Flames rise just above the waves
I won’t look away.

I hope I find you
And realize that you are you
Amidst all this pain.

Listen well to that voice
Act swiftly as you hear it
Let the outcome go.

But what could I write?
From here in the deadest place
Feelings tear apart.

Waiting for the clap
Of that thunder rolling in
That’s not how it works.