Down a figure
Pouring, flowing
Why? Of all things...
The taste of salt
Vague visions
Splintered, fractured thoughts
Streams of stress flow
Softly from my eyes.
At least they would
If pain were that
Simple to get rid of.
When put in an
Uncomfortable position,
We're told to go to our
Comfort zone.
What if the comfort zone is
Drifting, burning
Like the feelings around us
How do I find peace
If my mind is at
War with itself
What do you do when your mind
Rebels against you
One rock left to stand on
Will it give way?
Will I fall?
Crash in to the abyss?
Or will I reach
The one thing to reach for can't be reached
Unless I