I'll try and be upfront
about the dawn that peeked through my window this morning.
I saw it with my eyes raw and red
and I said,
that I was afraid
for everyone I ever loved;
for the ones the left
and the ones that stayed.
And I don't think any poem
could adequately say
how hard I prayed
for all of them
to please
please

just be okay.

I sit in a worried sand
I remain ever sinking deeper within my mind, in a relentlessly ceasing less void of gaping curiosity dominating my predominate view and clouding my vision with irrelevant focus toward foolish, feeble, fanatical finds that feverishly ****** my full fancy. I carelessly cast aside the light that should yield me smiles and giggles. With joy and of true happiness. But those hopes have evaded me and are consistently escaping my grasp due to my own self preservations. In conclusion, I'm the block to my own happiness. I am the key to my future. I just need to find the door to open it...