(Reason?: To Get it Out)
I sat in silence
in the half darkened sky of a coming storm
crying, pleading with someone, anyone
to give me an answer.
Really any one will do,
that may give me clarity or insight.
Tired of the confusion, the hurt.
I know it sounds cliched,
but I am beyond desperation,
In a constant cycle of self-doubt
I am hopeless, regretful.
As the tears dried on my cracked cheeks
revelations hit me, like they so often do,
it’s always the same;
always the end game.
Their tightness keeping me from moving
like my voice in my throat;
I’ll tread lightly and softly,
with much hesitation, but
As the tears will come again,
begging an answer,
begging an anyone
to lighten my darkened storm.