MichelleJoyPhelps

It’s blinding like deciet,
unaware of when it creeps.
prowling the nightlife searching for something not there,
just trying to feel complete.
Praying nightly,
knees ready to bleed,
crying aloud for my inner self to be set free.
Personal demons stir in my mind,
preventing any form of prosperity.
My heart yearns to feel something real,
for once in my life to know what it should feel.
Lonely nights and endless days,
seem to be what haunts my way.
My hope lives on and faith still stands.
God won’t you help me find the right friend?
In a town so fake,
is where I wake.
Looking for comfort in any familiar face.
Though it’s hard I remain strong,
waiting for the day when he’ll come home.

Michelle Joy Phelps

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