No Desire To Title
October 30th, 2008
I need someone to talk to,
And yet… I can’t seem to get any of the words out.
Not the words I need.
The road before me is uncertain,
As is the road behind.
So confused I find myself,
With no roots to look back on as a reference.
So strange it must seem to others,
Their pasts set firmly in their minds.
Where in mine there is a tangle,
A broken web of knots and memories.
Beneath my feet the bricks are broke,
The road indistinguishable from the heavily wooded copse.
Covered and shrouded with thorny vines-
I cannot see or claw my way to clarity.
It bruises my soul to know-
That I know so little and must fight so much.
I shouldn’t know half the things I do,
I shouldn’t have to fight the battles that wind their way into my heart.
Who started this ball rolling?
Why did they have to ruin so many lives?
Why can’t they stop?
Why can’t they leave me to my peace?
Am I falling?
