Poetry in Spoken Word by Tracy Kocsis - HTML preview

DESOLATE

There is a bit of hope today

In accordance to your grace

As part of your ways.

I’m not so eager to give up my bed.

I’d much rather live in comfort

Then to witness the dread.

I’d much prefer to hide my face

From hunger and from lack.

You are a strong and mighty fortress

You are the armor on my back.

I’m a lowly soul

Not much left of anything

At least to the world outside.

You embrace me when others turn away

You hold my heart

When others defeat my spirit.

I am laden by guilt.

I am plagued by fear.

My pitiful existence,

My soul swims with tears.