I hold my hands over my eyes and think
What to do how to act
And answers lye hidden on the narrow path.
I see bright lights
They illuminate an ocean of fear dread
All piled up within
Nowhere to hide.
As if I cannot breath
Each breath brings new sorrow and bereavement,
The longer I live, the more it hurts,
I try to fight, but the fight is over.
I close my eyes, meditate:
Wanting to yell, scream, prostrate myself on the kitchen floor,
Barely fit to be called a kitchen,
And I cry.
I want to melt away with the rain,
Distill my spirit within shadows,
Run, run,
Don’t waste your time,
Calm after a storm.
