my fingers bleed.
the splinters pour deeper into skin.
hands are empty.
sadly so, and searching still.
grasping for life. and something other than me.
wet floor, thoughts pour out
screaming for attention.
looking for hope.
but there is none.
you think there is.
come morning light.
cleanse my heart, my mind my life.
its you i need, my God. its you I need.
legs are tired of running.
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