Pleading

Baylie Grace
Jul 28, 2017 · 1 min read

An original poem.

All around, everything is a mess.

I’m needing some help…I must confess.

I don’t know where to begin, tell me where I should start.

All I know is that life is tearing me apart

In deep waters, struggling to stand

Pull me to shore, pull me to land.

Trying o stay afloat — gasping for air

Does anyone see? Does anyone care?

These things I keep pushing further away

are getting harder to ignore every day

Building everything up inside…

it will carry me away like an ocean tide.

Attempting to find comfort in all the wrong things

in the end, the sadness always stings.

What’s haunting me is my past

praying but my faith’s fading fast.

Desperate for a break from the pain —

right now, I just want to shut off my brain.

I’m not asking for the hardships to cease

God, just help me find some peace

just a way to deal with this all…

because I’m starting to fall.

Peace is the one thing I’m desperately needing

God, help me, I’m on my knees…I’m pleading.

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