Lost, Alone, and Broken
Lost, Alone, and with a broken heart
Terrified, Uncertain, of exactly where I start
Misplaced myself, somehow; along the way
Perfect example of why NOT to stay.
Logic stands down to an irrational love
I have given up on my fair Lord, up above.
Depression meets grief where I stir in obsession,
Ask; maybe the inner voice of me will give confession.
Eye's are empty, a vast tunnel to vacant space.
A soul dead and buried; Life left for death which cannot I embrace.
© 2011 Abigayle Korinne