All of me and things I`ll never be, <br />Evaporation and what I cannot see. <br />Confound and cloud my reality… <br />In this life of death and finality. <br />My days merge and tend to blend, <br />With nights spilling its lethal ends. <br />I supplicate for the most basic needs <br />Submerged in dearth and desperacies <br />I reluctantly sacrifice my will and self <br />Storing desires on the highest shelf. <br />Blessings withdraw their jovial pledge... <br />A withering promise of flight and fledge. <br />Too much weight, it`s bearing down. <br />Hesitations fasten me to the ground. <br />I cannot see, my eyes are bleached <br />And my mind pours from every breach. <br />Insecurity invades my solitary space, <br />Till I no longer recognize my own face.<br /><br />Brandi Guthrie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-of-me-3/
