Needing, wanting, searching, but what about being?
Blinded by dark photographs, feelings, and nightmares
The inner me being ripped apart by thoughts
That little voice saying “You’re kidding yourself”
Constant, unending thoughts
Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts!
What about being?
Not searching, wanting, needing
Why so much noise, where is peace without danger?
Controlling causes chaos
How do I surrender?
Do I throw my hands up, or lay flat?
Finding answers in question form
Walking in circles, muttering nonsense
Don’t let me go back to where I was
Where despair awaits me
The light is so close
Oh so close.