A Bad Place Poem by Victoria Gauci

What am I going to do with all of this?
My mind is troubled and I'm on a cliff,
I'm letting things go unattended, life is passing me by,
Is it because my needs aren't fulfilled
and my soul is starting to die?
Everyone has their secrets and I have mine as well,
Things I keep private, stories I'll never tell,
The book is coming in the mail, the book that made me see,
How each and every one of us have specific needs,
If those needs are never fulfilled your heart starts to retire,
In the end you wind up with a flame without the fire.