I never mean to start crying, I never meant to lose hope
For some reason I’m finding it too hard to cope
I’m not sure how everything got so out of control
I keep trying to hold it all together, but failing to console
The ground beneath me is unsteady at best
I’m stumbling, staggering amidst this mess
In the disarray of my life, I can’t find purchase
How can I go on when I’ve lost all sense of purpose?
© Chelsie Cummings 2016
Featured photo found at Flickr.