BluesPoetry
I have many words in my head
Thoughts flow in and out of conciousness
Sometimes only blank pages stare at me
Is it necessary to fill them up
I don't know if I have to make sense of any of this
Like the fog it obscures my vision
My forward motion is pulled sideways like tidal waves
The voices know nothing of my needs
Nothing of my wants nor of my desires
Escape but where to and for what purpose
I carry to much weight my shoulders buckle
I stagger backwards picking up more trash
I don't let the others carry my load
Again the waves pull me sideways into the deep surf
The pain is more each passing day
Joy has fallen into a deep hole
Life is a struggle like I am being lost
The weight is killing me
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