State of Confusion

Can’t find roots

Searching souls

Breathing labored

As I travel through

This willy-nilly life

Expectations falling quickly

No ground to step on

Tears of frustration

Always wanting more

There has to be a way

Searching for inner strength

A beauty hard to see

As confidence lacks

Trying to get heard

Crumbling as energy wavers

Only to receive pregnant silence

In an abyss of technical confusion

Understanding the end is near

Time to heal

Repair all damage

Accept only compasion

As my fate pulls me forward

via Daily Prompt: Willy-nilly

 

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