If I could show,
What I feel-
The idea of kill,
Seems so desolate,
As my life slate-
Cleaned,
No hope conceived,
Help less often-
Received,
Moment's notice,
As the mind changes,
Thoughts like waves,
Crashing and crushing,
Forming and revolving,
Constant motions,
As the heaving emotions-
Settled once again,
Eyes shut in a glance,
Trying to find balance,
Reality and dreams,
Once again switch-
Roles created and
Moles eluded,
Confused remnant-
Seeking your presence.
