Tattered and broken a familiar feeling.
Laying, waiting, gazing at the ceiling.
Watery eyes, have I blinked or are they tears?
So many racing thoughts, uncomfortable fears.

What's my next move, where do I go from here?
Shall I let my higher power take the wheel and steer?
Blinded by dull light, I seek nights comfort.
Alone I gander through this star lit desert.

Tangled in razor wire I try to set free.
Yet every move cuts deeper into me.
Blood gushes out in plain sight.
No one notices my constant fight.

Ill put on a show, and say I'm okay.
While everything inside me is in decay.
Maybe I think to much about life.
Everyone's issues, the worlds strife.


A.Emmi 03/28/18