All Out
I’m all out; Out of words,
out of tears-
Out of thoughts of why-
of all the tragic happenings
Through out the years
I’m all out; Out of ways,
out of places to turn-
Out of soft and gentle voice-
I’m out of ways to cope,
and the truth is beginning
to really burn
I’m all out; Out of patience,
out of time-
Out of expecting better-
yet needing more-
Out of pleasure for purpose,
I’m out of need for living in a
world that never rhymes
I’m out of sync; Out of warmth,
All for me lies cold-
Take the bareness of the
pastures of hope-
And ripen them with
colors so bold
I’m all out; Out of tears;
I’m all out of words-
I’m all out of silence,
and fears-
Rise up; Rise up from the
darkness-
Rise up from the pain-
Rise up and dry the tears-
For unless something changes,
Tomorrow will bring more of
The same
© Lisa Hilbers
November 7, 2009
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