I furled brow pours into clammy palms.
Tears flood through the cracks of my shaking fingers.
Overpowering my sobs is the sickening knowledge
That my mind is unfathomable,
Whether I like it or not.
I accept that this mind will never be understandable,
Whether I want it to be or not.
This mind is soaking in hectic thoughts,
Fragments of emotion that are forever incomplete.
They simply ricochet and melt away
In the abyss of my misery.
I am losing… losing hope.
I lose hope in these rough days.
I am losing hope.
Sarah Bursich
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/losing-hope-part-ii/
