Going, Going Poem by Brooke Schmidt

Clear as night.
or dark as day.
still waiting for answers.
but here i lay,
Am i dead or alive?
In the ground, or on the earth.
walking for days with no rest.
Trying to find something with out any clues.
Hiding the pain i feel.
trying to find the words.
But scared for when i do.
wanting to brack free.
but i have to star.
I'm so close to the end but still the farthest away.
As i hide all the feelings so they could never leav.