The place I knew I’d end up
I’ve fallen deep into the well
and I can’t find my way out.
I’m buried under wishes,
the weight of hopes and dreams.
The ones that fell here when they died
nowhere else to go it seems.
I didn’t mean to stay here
just a stop along the way.
As I moved through this to somewhere else
but I can’t get there today.
I’m stuck here rhyming words
they run rampant through my mind.
I can’t quiet them or ease their wailing ache
I can’t leave them silently behind.
I’m trying to feed the poet’s soul
yet move ahead with grace.
Those things don’t seem to coincide
and leave me bleeding in this place.
I’ve lost my way here many times
I’ve fallen on this road.
Fell victim to the weight of this pain
and the burden of this load.
I can’t carry it any further
I don’t want to hurt anymore.
But the cuts and bruises and this burning ache
have left me empty and sore.
The worth in me has gone
the belief that I can survive.
The fact that I somehow deserve this
has me fighting just to stay alive.
You’re supposed to get what you give
and I gave everything I had.
And now I am here with nothing left
but myself, tired, weary and sad.
There is nothing to give, nothing to get
I don’t want anything anymore.
Just to get to the place where this story will end
and I can forever close this door.