Over

I keep searching for an answer that never comes,

Wishing for the pain to subside

And this wonder a mere phase.

But I leech and grasp onto the limb,

It keeps breaking and I collapse,

Hitting bottom everytime.

I expect to be picked up,

But nobody comes

And I’m left to pick up the branches again.

Learning all over again

How to trace the lines back to me.

My self should suffice,

But it seems ever time I find a crack,

I plummet to the opening,

Chase after a dream,

And quickly realize that the land will not hold.

So I have to brush off the bruises

Or give in to the blues,

I’ll just push through the leaves

And sprawl out for now,

Maybe I’ll find peace in the air tonight.