Endless Night

 

Wondering through an endless night,

Stumbling from a lack of sight,

Falling down—face in dirt,

Wondering why my soul’s so hurt.

 

Bleeding are my hands, face, and knees.

Crying, yet no one hears my pleas.

Screaming in an empty abyss,

Dying these days is hard to resist.

 

 

 

By Shannon McCaslin-Nolen