Daisies & Lightning

Slowly Going Mad

My head is over flowing with

Thoughts that ramble on

But is as blank and empty as

An unused piece of paper

Barren as wasteland, yet

Crammed as an overpopulated city

Why can't I write down this nonsense,

If only to get it out of my head?

I feel as if I am going mad, being

Driven insane by these jumbled riddles

I cannot decode what they mean as

I pull my hair, bite my lip, gnaw my nails.

I am going to shrivel up and crumple into

A heap of waste and self-pity if I don't hurry

Why can I not remember this dream of mine,

That my heart has been yearning to discover?

I try to piece to together my thoughts,

But none of the pieces fit, so why?

Why am I so hell bent on finding out what this means,

When I do not have any motivation to even try and

Believe in what I love, what I wish for, what I hope for,

What I need?

...

Ah, I see now.

I can see why I am so frustrated with

Myself and those around me,

Why I cannot find the light.

It is because I am lost.

Where?

Oh, it's quite simple really.

I am lost in myself,

And I have no way out.