Mud

in #literatura5 years ago (edited)

mano_pantano.jpgYou've always been there, watching as I sink in the mud, watching as I reach out my hands for help. You realize how I go down slowly, I have little to disappear completely, I always had faith that you would support me, that you would shake my hand and this suffering you would take me out, why do you see me as if nothing? I already have the mud up to my neck, I'm getting tired of fighting, of trying to get out; I feel weak, I can't anymore. I always had faith in you, I felt safe with you here, but now you see that my feet do not find where to anchor and my nose of the thick mud begins to fill and you just look at me without saying anything; It is sad that this is the last thing that takes my look. I can't even see you anymore, but I know you're there, seeing the tips of my fingers as they let themselves be submerged. You let me die.

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This is really touching and emotional in what you wrote here, in life most time when you expected help , your expectations maybe not be what you desire or want....but never give up fight, always trying your best the right time will come!!

Thank you so much, I wrote this in a difficult time when I didn't get what I expected from a special person.

Expectations from human most time may fail, that is what humanity are,but still there are those who God could use to bless or meet your needs.. it's very sad if you didn't get what you want from that person, nevertheless that is not the end of life.. hope all will be fine with you..

Regards

You are very right in your affirmation. Thank you very much for those words.