Nowhere to go,
The only heart that listened,
To my genuine calls,
Now frowns and growls.
When it’s a plea for help
To assure me of the unknown,
Unknown to me, but you know
Always carried my best interest,
With white lies to protect my soul,
How can I not expect this to unfold?
But my genuine call,
Was met with a frown and growl.
It seems, to respect that heart,
I can only listen,
And I would, happily so.
Because the slightest word,
From my aching soul,
Could be met with a frown and growl.
My heart is open,
To your love and pain,
When you cry at night,
Or when you tell me things in vain.
But Forgive me,
If I stop calling out your name,
When my days are dark,
And I try to find shelter from the rain,
Only to stumble and scream of pain,
If I don’t call out your name,
I don’t want you to frown,
I don’t want you to growl,
My pain, is not yours to sustain.
Lost, with nowhere to go.