I'll tell it to be gone!

And I'm sure it will leave.

I suppose that's the problem with all of this talk,

of knowing what to say and when to say it.

I always end up wrong I always leave you crying.

I'm tired of it now.

I think I've had my share.

Could you let me rest awhile?

Just a little while.

I keep tripping over my own feet.

I keep biting my own tongue trying not to speak.

I keep calling out your name, screaming for your mercy

and my cries just echo through these dimly lit streets.

My vision is blocked I can't see you anymore.

Now fear is dwelling in my tears, they fall with hesitation

because I was told you were good and your plan was the best.

But the evidence is yet to come.

My heart is doubtful I refuse to believe.

I only saw hurt.

I only saw evil plots of death.

Show me the goodness they speak, the beauty they see.

Could you let me rest awhile, just a little while?

I keep tripping over my own feet.

biting my own tongue trying not to speak.

I keep calling out your name.

Screaming for your mercy.

My cries just echo through these dimly lit streets.

-Jonlyn L.