I felt like I was drowning inside of myself. Life was difficult and I didn't want to be apart of this life I was living--just like a book--if you don't like it--then you shut it and put it back on the shelf. You don't even want to go back to your past--it wasn't any better at all. You want to be anyone else but yourself.

In Search

searching for my soul
as the earth vacillates
with each step
within myself
inner child is found
thru these marble blue eyes
are the windows of my core
dark stillness in somber sadness
leaves crossroads to this essence
reflections of deep solitude submerge
mind extricating
dark perplexing images emerge
drowning in a place
known as cavernous waters
reflecting…..reflecting
like dew drops
glistening on a rose
life’s eternal dilemma
in a garden of dreams
yet….
dreams are found
only in books
on their empty shelves
shuddering in trepidation
rather be……
anywhere…anyplace
but inside