Contemplating...
Compressed thoughts.
Is it an empty space I try to void
Distractions, pulses and comtemplations
But the rain doesn’t stop it’s fall
And the tears don’t stop ...
Internally dying
Is a fire worth boiling when damp and out of touch
Respectively out of sync with the world.
Do I contemplate the exaust of pain or the idea that happiness is common through acts of similarity.
Sometimes I can’t sleep at night.
Yet we survive the day.
It just doesn’t seem right.
Confusion.
Puzzled and alone in a crowded room I stand, but do I stand alone
With a spirit so enticing, enchanting.
Lost and not found, is sympathy a strong enough company to mend a broken soul.
All our fears, mine alone.
All my ambitions to accomplish alone.
Is it make or break ...your strength mine.
I’m getting higher and closer to my dreams.
To accomplish our dreams.
Forever In my heart, I stand alone.
My. soul accompanied by an angel.
By Stephanie Robinson
