Solitude

My eyes have seen the face of pain.
Wondering will my tears stop the rain.
Going out of my mind and trying to stay
sane.

Out of breath as the sweat hits my lip.
There's a cup of happiness can I at least
take a sip? Drinking it all up without even
a drip.

Power is at the end of my finger tips.
In my imagination struggling is my
chain and whips. Trying to embrace my
true calling and get a grip.

In dier need of strength. Stretching it out in
wide width, and get it in my hands and not just
at arms length.

My mind is my solitary confinement. Stuck in
my thoughts trying to read the fine print.
Hoping God will forgive me for not completing
my last assignment.