I lack.

I’m beyond confused,
And feel I’m twelve steps back.
Clarity, clean lines,
Is something that I lack.

Lays hearts.

When you fear a fear,
That makes no sense,
But it still sits there,
Cold and dense.
You turn away,
But it come back in parts.
You can’t escape,
What lays heavy in hearts.

Tired eyes.

Sucking air into lungs.
Closing tired eyes.
Life can hit you hard,
So much your will, it fries.
Focus on your heart,
Your purpose and your goal.
Who knows? Maybe one day,
She pull find you’ve become whole.

Still cannot.

A journey I had not expected.
Signs leave me confused.
I am not sure of what I’m seeing,
What crutches are being used?
I keep on, keeping on.
Eyes open, holding thought.
My heart is bruised, battered,
But it still cannot be bought.  

To take.

Regardless of your efforts,
There can always be a mistake,
And that my earnest soul,
Is the hardest thing to take.

The blight.

Afeared of any action,
That might make things worse,
Makes this period,
A blight and then a curse.

Mental fiddle.

When you’re hit between the eyes,
And are still very much reeling.
Dig in deep,
You can drown in what you’re feeling.
I am hit between the eyes,
And in winded in the middle.
Is this something to focus on?
Or just a mental fiddle?