"A Journey Through The Eyes of A Poet"

Irrelevant

everything that is going on inside my head...

it's a bit like an unfinished crossword puzzle

that's had the wrong word, put into the wrong boxes...

if that makes any sense.

and I really want to talk to you about it.

.I just don't really know exactly where to begin

I wish I could tell you where these thoughts arose,

but I'm not even sure; myself.

I feel lost, like an explorer without a compass,

I've lost my morale,

my mind is hazy.

I'm not myself anymore.

I'm someone else.

I fell into a pit of dispair,

Happiness became a figment of my imagination.

I'm captured by the past,

unsure of the present

and unable to reach for the future.

I see the world around me,

thriving, striving, and growing without me.

I feel miniscule.

I feel alone.

I feel so minute.

Irrelevant.