Thwarted Version Of Me

Crawling in the night my strain rises high

Staring at the blank my eyes struggle to survive

My hands fight the lost battle to keep writing for the sky

Deep blue sky, my sky.

Deep breaths, my breath.

Deep steps, my steps.

Walking to survive this endless night

Writing to believe reliance is still alive

Whispering every word so they be fill of light

Enlighten my every word

Enlighten my oh! so eager to feel soul.

So an inquiry I must try: could it be feasible to alleviate my thwarted mind?

This distressed chemistry can no longer restore the balance I’ve yearning all this time.

It is my rightful duty to search the adequate equilibrium for this thwarted will, thwarted thoughts, thwarted feelings, thwarted songs, the thwarted version of me.