by Geren Lowery

The light reflects into my eyes,
will we ever compromise?
The voice in my head,
the words in my mouth,
a constantly feuding pair.
What should I do?
What should I say?
Where should my weary legs stroll?
These questions are digging a hole.
I'm buried up to my chin,
my heart still cold with grief.
But that doesn't matter,
when broken and shattered,
but still will it ever end,
or maybe,
will it ever begin?