I am misunderstood and distracted
I am empty and cold waters
I am frustrated and it shows in my sighs, in my silence, and in my answer to everything
My space is too narrow
My company is too focused
As my words are far too dark for vision
I am a lost thought in love,
Like forever chasing a wind
I am tomorrow’s sunlight beating down like heavy reasons and lies
I am a long story with no point,
And no place to go
I am a wasted note of hope,
With hours of writing on my wall.
I am quiet rain that stains the window with sadness.
I am all the things I shouldn’t be,
With a heavy heart to remind me,
I am without my most precious things.