We turn to man
Whose bucket is only half full
Seeking the love that only Another has
Then we get disappointed and hurt
When we realise it's ne'er going to come
A deep and black void forms in our hearts
As within, we cry
Somehow though... We rise again... Hoping...
Praying...
That this time around it will be different
But, no less better is it, we realise
When the concrete wall comes up strong
Hitting us real hard in the face
A feeling akin to a baseball bat's bat
Then we fall to ground bleeding
And stay there breathing
Each breath a battle to overcome
The pain leaving us too numb to move or think
When meagre strength finds us
We go about Hoping and Praying again
Dreaming that some one day
We will have our hopeful-prayers answered
A hope that's equal to touching the horizon with
hand
We never learn ...
*Another = God
~ November 25, 2014 ; 6 : 10 am
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