With only slivers of sunlight
Seeping through these darkened drapes,
I see remnants of hope
On my darkest of days-
Whispers, hushed screams
Stifled soul bleeding, blinded,
I can’t see a thing.
My enemy overwhelms me
But you see my need.
I cast my gaze to the mountains high,
I shuffle aimlessly, I look to the sky-
Will you receive me? Will you be there?
Will you deliver me?
Do you really care?