Poem: What’s Next

What is going on?

The tears are trying to fall, but the water has run dry.

The thoughts of what happen is living in the nightmares of your soul.

You see the things you want, but the strength to go for them are gone.

There is no love to give, and none to receive.

This is not you, and this not the move.

The clouds are coming, and you cannot see.

Will it ever get better than this?

Is there life in front, or death the next step.

The time to think is running out.

The move you need to make has no sound.

So, you look to the ground and there is nothing.

The dirt does not even call it home so why should you.

You look to sky and still there is nothing.

What is left to do?

Tears are coming back, and once again they still cannot fall.