its mayday

lost in time
feeble, so blind.
tortured
challenged
drained
exhausted emotionally...

tears wet my pillow
who would save my soul
rambbling through the dark
its all who embark
so fierce, it was obvious
but who cares, none was oblivious

in such a state,
im just a mate
having to manipluate..
soon it will be summer,
a season of anticipation
of much hope to come.
still as lost,
waiting for the day,
eventually
there will always be a brighter day!
i hope,
its mayday...