Poetry in Spoken Word by Tracy Kocsis - HTML preview

CAST MY GAZE

With only slivers of sunlight

Seeping through these darkened drapes,

I see remnants of hope

On my darkest of days-

Whispers, hushed screams

Stifled soul bleeding, blinded,

I can’t see a thing.

My enemy overwhelms me

But you see my need.

I cast my gaze to the mountains high,

I shuffle aimlessly, I look to the sky-

Will you receive me? Will you be there?

Will you deliver me?

Do you really care?