LAMENTATIONS 4 (LOST)
At home I sit
Thoughts running through my head
Tomy filled with troubles
Yet I'm supposed to be free in his presence
I can't even figure out what I'm doing here
.............
Is it actually for her or because I want to be
I mean.......
I've lost myself holding unto nothing
Yet my grip is so tied
As though a lion strangling it prey
My energy is drained
Wait.....
Why am I even talking to myself
Where are my truss
Those shoulders I was suppose to lean on
Or where they here cause they needed my
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I know I am sometimes a spice to some
Garnishing their life with good gifts
But all I hoped for was a bid of what I give
I guess I'm not altruistic after all
But is there anyone who is
Yet I feel as though I'm at the jury
My fate is being decided - though I know not by who
I guess my conscience is holding me to bay
Is this self realization......
Wake me up..................... please