purpose.

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.

 

 

 

 

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