Fed
The blinding light and starry nights
take my soul away.
Clouds pull a haze over my eyes. And
I no longer now know were I stand.
Like a broken vas that can't hold water
any more, I fail to hold all the peace's together.
And that which I thought that I found,
was only an Illusion that felt so real.
Changed, I wish I could go back to being
the same.
But it can't,
I can't and I must move on and grow.
Yet I don’t feel like moving any were.
A fire still burns within my soul. But
how can it go on, must be fed.
Brady
Smith
12/21/97