🔵 By Steven Leech. Photo by lauragrafie.
I think I bumped my head, maybe I have a contusion,
Perhaps that could explain this constant state of mental confusion.
Things that used to make sense, no longer do.
I long to flee, but have nowhere to run to.
I don’t have the answers, I am lost
Someday, I will again be free, but at what cost?
Was it worth all the years I have paid?
Or what about all the dreams I have slayed.
What will be left of me when this is over?
Will I be able to rejoice when I reach that field of clover?
Maybe all I thought would make me laugh, will only make my cry.
Maybe I will only be old and bitter, left to wonder why.
And the answers may be far away
Along with all the reasons I had to stay.
I don’t want to give up or give in,
to quit too early would be a mortal sin.
So, I ask, do I give up or go on,
Is there really a reason to stay strong?
I will not give up or lose hope
Even though I think I can barely cope.
Someday I will wake up and this nightmare will end.
There has to be better days coming around the bend.
So, I will look forward to new dreams,
I will rip this reality apart at its seams.
I will step into a new world with new desires,
and will sacrifice this sad reality in unquenchable fires.
As I rise above this state of confusion
I will awake with nothing more than a knot
to remind me of this contusion.