Enactment Of Spiritual Tragedies

Step by step, my anchoring feet walk the dark cold alley. Silence is such an awful feeling. Keeping all to yourself, no one else, only God though. Well they say if only God knows…well God does. Suddenly, I gasps for breath…hargh… 

Stuffs unspoken and things said not done brings only despair. Should I told her? Must I confront myself. Hoping for miracles…I’m useless! But…I believe in miracles…Wish you were here forever…the ghost of love…haunts deeper and deeper…
           
Am I  a sinner? Just wishing and helplessly hoping things to come my way. But like I said I’m helpless. Yes I prayed. God, how I prayed! It’s only natural in time of needs God is always there for me. But that is where things go wrong. It should be everytime not only a time of need.

 

Actually everytime is a time of need for God. I am a sinner! But I guess I am not too late…I still hoping though. Yes I have faith this time. Only time will tell…meanwhile the ghost of love roams helplessly seeking common ground…common souls…common goals…a passionate soul. A soul to squeeze…

            The ghost needs you…time will tell…time will tell…

Wishing You Notice My Soul. Keep On Praying.