Soaring free birds don't feel the sorrow i hold within this empty abyss called my heart. i wonder and wonder of things undone, dreams, hearts broken.
what should i feel?
how shall i respond?
don't know anymore as despair settles into a dark forest pond mist.
confusing, controlling thoughts take charge of my body.
Lost, so lost in this game called life.
When is it going to be through?
Don't need help, just a simple rescue of knowledge where minds intermingle on the same wavelength of hope.