In the land of solitude
I got no love, no quiver...
At the age of 24,
I was crying sitting at the angle of the door...
In the years gone by
I've come and gone...
Seconds to meltdown and no one seems to
notice unstable, volatile, combustible me...
Jack and Jill went up the hill
to fetch a pail of water...
Death and despear always together,
Tears and hurt go hand in hand...
Anguish.
I am in the shadow of societies unkempt tree...
Have you ever sat into the mind
of a decayed flower...
I am cold
inside and out...
I wonder...
Wherever this nebulous varmint is...
The room here waits through fadded thought
And longs for sleep less soon forgot...
On this stage
as i face the struggle within...