Thread: Hidden path

My mind is chaotic,
I cannot see my path,
They tell me it's laid out before me,
I have to simply open my eyes.

But when they are open,
They are stung by the cold air,
My body is shivering,
I fall to my knees.

I have felt my strength leaving me,
The wind is howling as I feel so cold,
The blood flow is slowing down,
The path is hidden from me.

I pray for my angel to come save me,
And yet it appears that I must go,
My time has come,
There is no one to come save me.

I can hear my heart slowing down,
Those last few beats, the night sky,
Laid out before me, the stars shining brightly,
At least there will be rest.....

something i tot of