I’m searchin’ hell
for a drink of cold water,
mind’s gone blind,
can’t see to think.
Who’s gonna talk
when there isn’t answers?
Who’s gonna walk
when legs can’t run?
I’ve been freezin’
in the desert.
I’ve been burnin’ in snow.
Who’s gonna pray
when lies get louder?
Who’s gonna sing
when my dyin’ is done?
I wrote this poem after listening to Larkin Poe's song, Look Away. When inspiration nudges I flow with it.
Friday55 ~ March 23, 2018
