DROUGHT

I’ve gone through a lot of changes over the last year. Unbelievable highs and desperate lows. I have my moments where I truly believe that I can make change. I then find myself not strong enough in that moment to do so. I thought moving back home would fill whatever this void is that I have inside of me. Yet I feel more disconnected from what I used to consider normal now more than I ever did before. I need to take myself back. Back to a time of innocence and naivety. I need to isolate and shelter myself from all things that deprive me of inspiration, warmth and passion. In doing so, I know that I have and will lose friends and make enemies due to their lack of understanding or willingness to understand. But I’m okay with less quantity and more quality in my life.

If I write it all down, If I get it all out of me. Maybe I can start anew. If not new, maybe I can start again.

Just is..

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It’s Been Years Since I Put Pen to Paper

HUNG

Backed into a corner,
Into a black hole
It left my body on earth,
And it took my soul

Being non-existent,
Walking on rock and dirt
Absorbing all the pain,
Feeling all the hurt

Trying to remember,
The things I once knew
What is happiness,
And why is every color now blue

Left foot then right foot,
Through crowds with no faces
Lacking the zest of emotion,
It’s bitter and tasteless

Looking around,
And all that I can see
Is what they want and wish,
For my tired bones to be

Hoping a miracle could happen,
Happen here and now
They’d reach into my past,
Find the old me somehow

But is moving forward,
A blessing or a curse
To deny what should be,
To lie, or even worse

To be a glass half empty,
Like the black hole intended
To be forever lost, broken,
Stuck and suspended.