Re: Untitled (To Iyana)

My mind; oh so cluttered with thoughts
Or am I thinking nothing at all?
I sit lifelessly in front of this keyboard
Typing aimlessly;
Not sure what to say
Not sure where to begin
Or if there's even a beginning

I stand alone
Waiting for someone to reach out:
To take my hand,
To comfort me,
To understand the emptiness that lies within
I turn around to find no one

The tears begin to form a river
Along what was once my face
But is now a host to a common but vacant smile
No longer do I feel the urge to speak
But I do feel as though I have something to say
Something that needs to be heard;
Something that has for so long yearned to be released
But my mind, my body and my soul
Have yet to cooperate to allow me to make sense of it

I now feel as though I'm a lost cause
No one can help me now
I'm no longer sure how to help myself,
As if I ever were for that matter
But I keep fighting, fighting, fighting
For what?
Have I lost sight of my source?
Or has it lost sight of me?
Was there even any cause to begin with?

Maybe if I knew what to feel,
How to feel
I could be whole
I could be Bliss.
But until then...

My mind; oh so cluttered with thoughts
Or am I thinking nothing at all?
I sit lifelessly in front of this keyboard
Typing aimlessly;
Not sure what to say
Not sure where to begin
Or if there's even a beginning