Cry

I'm praying to the ceiling 

searching for my meaning

on floating words my murmurs go

for help though hearts unfeeling

To whom do I owe sorrow

to furnish my tomorrow

today was rough and quite enough

but hope again I must borrow

I laugh and wait

anticipate 

for lighter days with softer blaze

where sorrow dies and pain is past date 

Alas the push becomes a shove

and ground I meet with often's love

the dirt I taste I spit with haste

until its gone and never thought of

I'm praying to the ceiling 

with smiling face concealing

my thoughts that fester with pain scraping bane 

awaiting hope's light to shatter the screaming