Never inspired by my trip to New Orleans

Never by Travis G. Williams

Never would I have imagined,
To be in a place stricken by horror.
To be on a foundation that was once someone’s shelter.
To be on someone’s porch, a place for their comfortable afternoons.
Never would I have imagined,
To be in a place haunted by water.
To be in a home that was ruined: paint to sheet rock.
To be on a roof that was someone’s last resort of safety.
Now, I was given the chance to give back.
I put my heart into that chance.
I’ve given it my all.
It was the first time I was able to say: “Fatigue is a good thing”.
I was able to sweat for someone…
Able to cry for someone…
Able to feel for someone…
Able to help someone.

Within the Counteract

So this is what has become of you?
You've lost your freedom and your innocence.
Caged within his wicked grasp, nowhere to run.
How long did it take for you to be held captive?
Did you fight with all your heart? As if your life depended on it?

Now insanity crashes through.
Hitting your weakened mind with unmentionable pain.
Can you withstand the torture?
Can you breathe through its thick intoxication?
No, you can't. Because it's too late.

So this is what had become of me...
I've lost all my feelings and love for you.
Caged within my own anger and foolishness.
How long did it take me to come to this realization?
I've tried to fight it, but I lost in great depth.

Now loneliness shines through.
Burning my skin with undesirable attention.
Can I hold on to my affection for you?
Can I breathe in this sea of sorrow?
Yes, I can. Because I still love you.