Season of My Weakness
I pause a moment for reflection
Ponder this peaceful benediction
While all that surrounds me
Is benign
It seems I’ve lost my inspiration
My last artistic motivation
The only thing, I have enough of,
Is time
I whisper to myself that everything is gonna be alright tomorrow
Though I have nothing left, if I can make it through the night
My soul will be at peace and Ill go on
Its bitter cold and I am hurting
It’s been a long road that’s for certain
Bereft of aid, Ill climb this mountain
Alone
Antagonistic winds cut through me relentless
I scream aloud “Dear God I am helpless!”
But there are none to hear my desperate cries
But the stones