There was a time
I felt empty

Life had nothing to offer.
I had nothing left to hold onto.

Nothing bothered me.
Nothing appeased me.
Nothing made me feel.

Actually,
I felt but one thing:
Dead.

I felt dead inside,
a walking corpse.

Lived my days as a routine,
inside and out,
the same thing over
and over
and over
and over again.

I was a robot.
Cold,
unfeeling,
detached.

But then something changed.

Something clicked inside of me,
hit me like a train and left me paralyzed.
I jumped back to reality with no recollection
no memory of what happened to me,
what changed me.

Here I am now.
So far from that moment,
I've come so far.

But my journey is not finished,
I still have battles to face,
enemies to overcome,
fears to conquer though I may not admit them.

And I will continue on.

Is there something wrong
with the way I speak?

the way I think,
the way I feel,
the way I believe,
the way I perceive?

Why can't I simply let go?
No more pretending,
no more lying,
no more hurting.

If I fall under the same pattern,
life would be simpler,
"ignorance is bliss" yes.

But, I can't.

Such a word
only a word

only a word
to me

there is none
whom i "trust"

i wish there was
someone to talk to
about everything
but the truth is
there isn't

to relay on completely
to keep my words
to understand them
none

sadly, i am a lock
few hold the key
too bad
the lock is broken

I must decide which words to shout
Which words to whisper
Which words to scream
Which words to silence
Which words to say in monotone
And where my voice cracks
Now we're back
To the beginning of the same sentence
I must decide where to look
Where to look for you
Where to look for piece of mind
And it's the confines in which you restrain your mind that dictate how you define
"Are you okay?"

my mind is a festival
my mind is a party
my mind is a circus
my mind is a wonderland

my mind contains all inner jokes
and smiles that become laughter

my mind is a journal
my mind is a filter
my mind is a river
my mind is an attic

my mind brings back memories
both good and bad
and times of days past

my mind is a prison
my mind is a vault
my mind is a trap
my mind is an escape...

my mind is never quiet
never shuts up
never stops thinking
and yet

very little gets out

Broken in sound
Listen to the heart
Broken to shatters
Breaking a part

In an abyss
of the empty flower
petals torn apart

Drowned by the waves
Waves of heat
Directed out
Hope hanging
loose by a limp

Crashing  ground
To pick up
To leave
To stay
or go

Would there be a difference
in different done
or similar here?

To prove a malice
within the center chalice

How about a divorced figure
the idea split apart
To follow up with another bigger
Completing all there is in the dart

In the midst of confusion
There is light
As always there
Perhaps the night
For some, I don't care

Although some late
Some stay
Never go away
Inscribed on the slate
Where have these words
gone to play?