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I Sit.
I just sit
all this confusion
wearing me down.
eating away at my soul.
as I sit and try to understand myself
I with stand abuse
abuse of all kinds, all levels
mentally, physically, emotionally, verbally
trying to clear my mind and focus its like a windshield in the rain
thinking I'm almost done, almost clear
the rain falls again.
like a vine in the forest being bent, beat, pushed
yet always managing to spring back.
overtime I become worn and torn
like paper crumpled over and over again
thinking I'm making the best out of it i lose more than i gain
my level of respect, from others high..
but from me low.
like an ulcer my own actions, and thoughts eat away at me from the inside
while at the same time like a rusted nail being rotted from the outside
my whole world crumbles and slowly disincarnates
losing sleep, gaining energy
no hunger, no thirst
just that empty drive
like an infant in an egg spoon race
confused, trying to have fun, lost
no direction, no guidance
helpless as a baby bird in an empty nest
I have no where to go
no one to see
nothing to do
nothing to say
so I sit.
Copyright ©2003 Latoya Smith
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