Missipity

Moments of condescending thoughts

Bought my depression time it couldn't afford

Feelings of remorse find me outside and catch me open

Like a touchdown scored

Leaving me Feeling less with a desire to take more

Mentally I've been fine

but my inner thoughts find

ways to intertwine and catch me when I reach for the surface

Searching, hoping, pleading

Staying when I should be leaving

Fading when should be dreaming

To shut me down and have me brain dead when I should be scheming

I don't face fears, I taste tears

and wait years hoping for change

Each time doing something different but the results remain....same

Pulling me under closer to my peace

Wanting to only sleep

Because if I was good at something it was the that

The sky stretched out above my head turned many colors, hopefully this time it reaches back.