Outside.
I feel dreadful
my heart is cold and empty,
my soul appears to have left
and I don’t feel bereft of it
at the edge is it necessary?
What is in the growing fear, yawning grave
breaking my ears with tears
and leaving me open
to my fears of
inadequacy, vulnerability
and hatred for the one I am.
Why?
I feel a vacuum growing
in my emptiness
and no one seems to notice that I
am outside, offers a kind word or two.
But, I slog on like a broken ass,
hating the very things I used to love.
Looking for a way to grow a staying soul,
a sacred heart,
that something,
something good,
will be mine
this side
of the
stifling soil.
