Between
the Poles
My
mouth is filled
with
unspoken words
thoughts
are kept silent
dwindling
motivation
is
running rampant
this
lack of desire for life
this
careless + reckless state
leads
to – being useless?
immense
pressure inside and out
still
well masked while moving
seemingly
without direction
exasperated
+ exhausted
lost
on the edge of.....
confused
and afraid I arrive
at
doubting everything
most
of all myself
my
perceptions haunt me
as
I swing back and forth
between
what is
what
should be
and
what could be
not
being sure which is which
am
I just another poor moth
must
I fly into the flames and burn?
©
Corinne Wesley. August 6, 2014
