It's hard to find your
way in the world when
the light is gone.
When the flame went out,
I was left alone.
So dependent on your
guidance--I
didn't know what to do
when you left me.
Do I continue down
the path I started on
or start over blindly?
I look for my light, my hope, Myself.
I don't know how long this
path is.
What lies ahead if I go on?
What do I risk if I turn back?
I can't feel anything.
I can't see anything.
I can't do anything.
I am lost without you.
The worst fear.
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Caffeine and Me
PoetryA collection of poetry ranging from brain farts to exploring why I bother getting up in the morning. Most likely there is some form of caffeine to keep me awake (or alert) enough to type my thoughts out regarding my depression, struggles within my d...
