on sunken ground

have you ever felt helpless
frustrated, all at the same time?
the pressure's on, the heat's turned up
you know yourself more than the world knows you
vindictive verbalisations;
never revealing what's true
a lost friend in the wilderness
sinking, waiting
no one came

short lived dreams, shortlived hopes living past what's worth
for the drag was where she lies now
scarring her wounds ever again, in a never-ending terrain
she prayed that night with much faith for wishful thinking
a price to pay to amend for all she's done
everything isn't worth all it costs