Lost

It’s become hard to maneuver the corners of my mind,

the easy path I use to walk is now impossible to find.

I try to shine some light on it to guide me through the mess,

an unorganized charade of tunnels screams out what I don’t express.

I can hear the screams and cries for me blaring like a horn,

my mind is in this disarray all because my heart is scorn.

I think about him day and night, and long to hear his voice,

but I was not the one he picked when he made his first choice.

I knew that it was hopeless yet I chose to play his game,

so I can not be mad at him since I am the one to blame.

As I wonder aimlessly through the tunnels of my mind,

I am reminded constantly that I’m lost in my own design.

By: Rylie Rowe

August, 03, 2017

7:47 PM