Clarity Poem by Chris O'Keeffe

Fighting to get a grip on what im feeling.
it seems as if the floor has become the ceiling.
i'm not sure what to make of this.
How i crave for that one kiss.
I cannot speak to anyone, jumbled thoughts with no words attached.
The very fabrics of my being have been unlatched.
My mind has shifted im not what i was before.
A flurry of questions block out all that i adore.
Why do i dwell on what could be.
Rooted in deep as if that of a tree.
Its shadow casts a lasting darkness over my thought.
I cant shake it no matter how hard i have fought.
i stand on weak knees with a clouded mind.
Some clarity is what i long to find.

(7-22-08 1: 02 a.m.)