My well is dry

Being Enlightened

Try to live my life undaunted
Haunted tho I am
Stories to fill the pages
Engages my thoughts

A child born of children
Filled them too full
Pressure just too much
Such pain has visited me

I try to overcome
Become someone I may not be
Unsure of the path
Hath I have no home

I have been the rock
Block out the past
It has it's ways
Lays it's head on my shoulder

Some things become obession
Repression of reality
Questions unanswered still
Pills don't make it go away

Where is the good
Should I be so bold
I need to feel it
A bit, just a bit

Emotions prickling my skin
Again I push away
Been pushed so many times
Crimes of love

Shyner

Love you BE