Lost

I feel lost inside of myself

I'm not even sure which direction to search

I don't even know if it matters

I don't even know if I care

Where did that spark go

Did it follow my ambitions

into the darkness

Down into the hollow hole

I find so comforting these days

Sometimes I think I see her

twisting and writhing in self doubt

I can't seem to find a hand to lend

A simple hand . . . 

Mine feel so weak these days

-August 2013

Weeping Willow

Oh, willow tree

Do you weep for sorrow

Do you weep for me

Do you weep for the tomorrows

that you may never get to see

Who do you weep for

little willow tree

Are your bending branches too weak

for all your tiny leaves

-August 2013