Poem: All Over

The light over there is starting to fade.

This place that once seemed right has become the hell I no longer cave.

The wonders of trying something new, has become vain in the existing that belongs to me.

There is no soul here.

It left as soon as you cross that front door.

Where did it go is not a question you ask anymore?

You just let it all flow.

Then hope that one day you will be fine.

The joy may come back into your eyes.

You can walk and breath and not feel as failure to most.

A burden to them all.

You can just be you.