EVERYDAY

I cannot explain this Vacumn I feel,
A vacant Cry from deep within,
This sudden growth of Inadequacy
An Emptiness that is so Complete
In the absense of all Sense...

I want to throw myself
Out of these agonising Mind games
So alive and yet so dead;

Slashes of torn words and
Commas of fettered feelings
Dashes of narrow mindedness
and semi-colons of Heart filled moments...

I have to

Live a little
Cry a little
Feel a little
and Die a little more

Everyday...

Before I realise
That I am back where I started.