| More Me Than I Crushing my beating heart, Gripping my singing throat, Silence comes as chaos waits in my mind. Lost in direction, Needing to move, Confusion on what to do. I see nothing ahead and Everything passed-up behind. The past has a hurtful grip, While the future teeters on oblivion, As the present barely balances to stability. Doubt, Confusion, Regret; All seem to become more me than I am. -Anna 2/10/01 |