I feel I’m free falling into depths of distress;
between trials and troubles, my sanity is pressed.
Crushed beneath my cargo, I cry out in complaint,
gasping for air, grasping at straws, groaning in pain.
Bravery bleeds away, by helplessness consumed,
Forgotten and ignored, stuck in my cage of gloom—
my captive soul is chained in shackles of despair.
I cannot be consoled, my load’s too much to bear.
I’ve fallen very far, my confidence attacked.
Crisis made my mettle simply liquefy like wax.
Humbled by disasters, catastrophes, and grief,
my strength is syphoned, sapped, as in the summer heat.
The cords of death choke my neck, paralyzing me,
but I’ve no wish to die with such indignity.
I’m yearning for your promises yet to come true,
“How much more must I endure? How long?” I cry to you.
