Evasive Sanity

by Lykebutta

Mountain of worry,
anxiety and unease.
Unable to sleep at night.
Mind awhirl.
Thoughts contaminated
with shady images
of dispair.
Overwhelmingly stomach sick.
Hopelessness thick and black,
hangs in the midnight air.
Praying for a bright light,
a shining star,
a ray of hope,
or lining finished in silver;
to hang my haggard
and weary worn dreams.
Looking for a reason
to think
things are better
than they seem.
Lord help me.
Lead me.
Guide me.
Carry me.
Point me,
in the direction
you have pre-destined
for me.
Help me recover
my ever evasive

Evasive Sanity by Lykebutta

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