Ceaseless Failure
At home your mind falters and
tugs at you.
Dragging you to a desolate
place,
A place you know too well.
In that same mind, lies the
answer.
The answer to the faltering and
tugging.
At home you feel your alone
You feel your abandoned by
those around.
You feel your left behind with
noone there to confide.
Noone to share what resides in
What seems to be a boundless
mind.
One that you prefer to be aloof
One that you prefer not to
treck.
A mind that you loathe more
than its opposite.
Too much desolation, too vast
yet too void.
Void of what keeps you rooted
when at home.
Void of the ones refered to as
confidant,
Void of the ones refered to as
friends.
A void you try to fill ceaselessly
But you fail; ceaselessly?
Copyright © Lajorne Ferguson | Year Posted 2014
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