One day I was telling a story
as if it was a worry
and I told them how sorry
I was for it being so dreary
as I was feeling numbly
about life's intensity
and how it affects me greatly.

As I begin to lay my heart
barely aware of the hurt
it will cost, I paid my part
too early to depart
shot like a dart
my mind grew apart
it broke through wisdom's art
it painted a scene and that's how it starts.

I crumble at words
I cried at crossroads
when there's barely a road
to walk through
I at the edge simply screaming
for help.


© miryelleY.