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I feel my gutt hurting

Whenever I sense her

I look around to see

If she is standing over my shoulder



I fear what I do not see

Feeling around in the dark

Knocking sounds and voices

Unfamiliar and tart



I don’t wanna wake up in the morning

Knowing not what lies ahead

Id rather be assured

So I shouldve slowed down instead of sped



The only thing I know is

The odds are against me

Im a prisoner in my own

Self imagined- pokey



I am held by bars of the UNKNOWN

Cant get out even if the keys are shown

The key is called FAITH

Its within my reach



But cant seem to extend to it

Until my arms start to ache



The illusion tells me its far

When its just within arms-length

It takes trust and hope

That’s faith’s real strength