A call for help.

Numb.
Weary..
Torn apart...
The only thing I feel is pressure
To do. Music. To write. Wativities.
But I feel nothing...no muse...
The Utopia of NYSC has come to an end. Suddenly so..
So everyone one pops the question...what next?
I know the next thing is you; you've been the only option. Charting the course of my life.
Still...
My mind struggles with my heart
Logic. Reasoning.
Vulnerability is yet the toughest of this path,
But isn't that the one way to your purpose; bodylife...
I'm tired, really..
I've come to the end of me
My strength fails, utterly.
I need you more than ever..
Cos no turning back..
This is life. This is love. The path to you.
Help!!!!!!!
Please lead me through.
Give me your strength.
Make my life yours.
Make my living count.....
Help from above. Help!!!!!!!

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