waiting

A Poem by brianna vega

im waiting for the sun to rise
i can feel the cold air grip my fingertips making them stiff
nearly numb as i hit my keys
i cant face this i cant face anything
oh lord tell me what is right?
were all sceaming out your name in the dead of night
i asked for somehing to believe in and you gave me you
so here i am writing more and more lines
trying to get these words to sound right
i keep forgetting that life is perfect
even in the moments when everything seems so dark and lost