Fire-from-my-soul

Sitting in a dusty room with the music down low I'll wrap myself in a tattered gown, it is all I own. I'll seek solace in a voice that is my own. Tears spill, memories may fade. I can't figure this out. I feel nothing and everything. I'm so young. Why does my mind feel aged. I can't keep up. I feel as if I can't hold my own. I'm not this strong. A lonely little girl. A town that isn't my own.   A home I've never known. So full of hope is an ignorant way to be. People pray because it's the only way they can look up. Where do I ask for forgiveness? Where am I suppose to find hope? How do I find the answers to my q

He says I have an uncanny knack for detachment I think: I've certainly been given plenty of practice. When lightning strikes the tree, the trunk tends to fracture and fact is / my branches just don't bare emotional fruit like they used to. & when they do, it's bruised food unfit for consumption. Juice this rot off the vine / make wine Moon shine to ease the function Drunken Dreary Clearly Weary We Blackout-sleepwalk thru the tragic to get to the clearing Of an open field ... Where it's safe to feel Again.

He says I have an uncanny knack for detachment I think: I've certainly been given plenty of practice. When lightning strikes the tree, the trunk tends to fracture and fact is / my branches just don't bare emotional fruit like they used to. & when they do, it's bruised food unfit for consumption. Juice this rot off the vine / make wine Moon shine to ease the function Drunken Dreary Clearly Weary We Blackout-sleepwalk thru the tragic to get to the clearing Of an open field ... Where it's safe to feel Again.