So many
too many
too much
not enough
wrong ones
right answers
right ones
wrong answers
right one.
broken bits wound up together
tying, stretching, bound by tether
grasping, hoping in the dark
blindly shooting at a mark
hope beyond hope the shot is straight
hoping more hope won't come late
confusion blackens my attempt
for clarity without contempt
clawing out and breaking walls
doesn't seem to stop the falls
a wish a dream how it could be
when answers mean my safety
too much
so much
too many
can't win
control
can hope
trust
pray
when the answers that I think I want
are so far away
blind steps into the dark
are what I do today
This is very beautiful. Painfully so.
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