that empty spot that nothing seems to fill
that distant place of reality meeting the unrealistic
that melancholy feeling that becomes worse with thought
that place where I have to pretend to get along
the dark place where I spend most of waking moments
the sadness that rest behind my eyes
the past that hangs like an oversized coat
where I feel lost and wish that the person I matter to will find me
I hate the feeling of exposure because I feel like no one deserves it
if I wondered off, I would anyone come looking for me plagues me
There is no place that feels like home.
may u be God’s reflective life
we never want salvation to be simply words we speak or songs we sing.
Because we are living on borrowed time.