Cry's The Limit

Eventually all the calls will cease and desist,
causing you to seize and resist
thoughts that you too have ceased to exist..
You'll feel dismissed.
Left questioning why,
text now go without reply
from people who said they'd be there.
Soon you'll have to teach yourself to breath with no air.
Stare
at a starless sky wondering where's the sun,
no pun,
it wasn't until dawned on me that I saw the light..
2020 sharpened sight
The rain's gone and I can finally see clearer now,
fog's settled I can vitally see clearly how
people will offer to stand with you in your grief,
but only when it's brief.
And over time your belief will trump their relief
cause you'll be left in midair,
with nothing more than a wing and a prayer.
So learn to fly,
get good at goodbye.
Confess
this is your call to quiesce.
Master peace,
openly release.
Cry out torrential rain,
fill buckets up with your hidden pain.
Solange,
the only way to get around this crane--
is through.
It's you vs you.
Because yes
in this test,
eventually all the calls and text will fade,
relationship retrograde.
Just be thankful for the few that stayed
and forgive those who strayed.
Focus your vision on your Father in heaven,
He must love you so very much,
because at the peak of your valley,
He removed physical touch.
Shut down the whole world
to show you it's not about being comforted by any of them,
blessed you with quarantime so you could pull on
your God given strengths from within.