Is It There? Poem by Sarah Sisson

I cant expect someone to see
what's going on inside of me.

I've much to give. The little things
that plague my mind. My broken wings...

...are in so much pain. I despair.
I make the others 'round aware...

...that I am in a locked stupor
that makes me outlandish. I stir...

...the old with new. I'll not compare
what benefits me, my welfare.

I give into a simple rush
that turns me wild, my heart did crush...

...the sanity I never had.
Now I am struck blind. Now I'm mad....

...to have myself in this locked cage.
I rearranged my life to save

A relation that hurts my love.
My mind is turned around. Above...


...and below I have too much care
to throw away what is not there.

Copyright 01-2-2009