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Calling for inspiration
And yearning for a voice
To say the words in my soul
As if I had a choice

Longing for salvation
And hoping for a hand
To reach out to me in this place
Where no one understands

Asking for consideration
And begging for an ear
To listen to my single plea
To have a heart to hear

Is it premeditation
To stop the drum from beating
Within this frail corpse of mine
Whose life is now fleeting?

Am I an abomination?
Could I never be loved
By those who wanted just that
And now I could take no part of?

What’s your justification
For treating me this way?
You had made your mistakes
For which I didn’t deserve to pay

Does it call for celebration?
Does it make you feel good
To know that you had it all
And that now I never could?