When there’s nowhere left to go
In this world or in your mind,
When you’ve been stripped of
All your efforts & the sense of time.
When your wish to be redeemed
Or your hope for a quiet miracle,
Makes no more sense then the
Rage, the twisted or the fear in you.
When there’s love
But the pain is just as sweet,
When there’s what you’ve bowed to
Yet the grief is just as deep.
When your terror looses
Any sense of reason or direction,
When you feel yourself as hollow
Yet life & death are equal as reflections.
I will meet you here,
Where you’ve dissolved yet all is felt,
Where all your words for God
Have left you, and all you say is
“Help”.
