Who will carry me home tonight?
I want to be on my way but I don’t know how.
Who is watching me from the shadows with ill intentions,
I am out of fight.
Who will buy new boots trample my heart next?
I am out of strength.
Who cares to knife me in the heart and eat it with me?
I am out of love.
I lived a lot of years in bliss but now
I am dead inside.
I shared my spark with the world for a season and now
I have no life inside.
I forgot to ask them to be gentle with my kindness now
I have no soul left inside.
And yet somehow I keep finding a chasm where
I have a grain of hope, hidden for a rainy day.
Frank Malaba © 2013
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