How do you survive
Being wrung out, stretched thin, blank,
Empty of yourself?
What do you do when
Your spirit is muffled, gray,
Not your own, but yours?
Where do you go when
Your heart seems to have left, flown
Far away from home?
–
People say it is
Better to take the risk than
Guard yourself from harm.
When you feel as much
As I do, reconsider.
The pain overwhelms.
–
Expectations doom
A peaceful life. Most lead to
Great disappointments.
**
I have been driven
To writing bad poetry;
I must be stressed out.
© The Lightning Tower, 2020