The Light

The light is calling,

I feel it draw near,

My hope is fading,

What is my reason to stay here?


The pressure tightens,

Wrapping and squeezing my fragile heart,

The loneliness creeps in,

The shadows are nearing, slowly tearing me apart,


There are millions of people,

All just standing by,

But not one who will listen,

Not one who can hear me cry.


Our world is in chaos,

No one seems to care,

If their neighbor is hurting,

Because no one is there.


Families live together, 

Still, no one can see,

That the light is ever calling,

Desperately calling for me.

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