in my room
the companions
of my nights
what happens when there’s nothing left
to do?
when i search inside
and there are no lights?
leave my skin untouched
before the simmer or wave
bringing sand to the beach
a spark to my blaze
but i sit within the coolness
of an actual real day
not lost within worlds
of dramatics and screenplays
these tears are of a fool
who used to dream of hope
she is very awake now;
there is no little girl
waiting for joy to come to her,
she is only what life spit out
very bitter and hurt
but trying still to make some sense
of her worth
blessing others from the dirt
where her face has rested
since birth
finding a way to water
her soul
dying of thirst
from the depths of the ocean
drowning in all
she has left of her words
-les’nspired
written: April 7, 2023
