Seeing Through it All.

I wrote this the night before I went in the hospital.


Wheels spinning, running, twisting, turning
but never going anywhere.
Stuck in gear. No matter if it's forwards or reverse.
And I wouldn't be here today, w/o the universe at play
with my emotions and well being.
Feeling like an alien being in my own body.
Lots of sorrow, tied up inside me.
But it's all starting to show through.
People asking, "What's wrong with you?"

But I felt you slipping away,
but I just had no words to say.
I had no odes of happiness to sing to you.
I have no words of wisdom, to stop your feet from running in quicksand.
I wish I knew, how to get through.
To break the walls of anger, and pain.
Because danger, was once my middle name.
Now all I do is wallow in pain.
Caused by my own decisions,
but also by the hands of fate.