My Thoughts

I sit here contemplating my current situation.
Realizing I have to make the decision which direction I will choose.

Afraid that I will lose
If I make the wrong step.

That step that holds my life and death.
That step that could hold my last breath.

Sitting here empty handed, empty hearted, but with a mind overflowing.
It's dimming, aging, and dying,
But yet clinging on to the hope of life.

Battling with being a lowlife and stife
It struggles to stay afloat and amongst the land of the living.

My thoughts fight against me,
Bending and breaking,
Blocking and bridging.

Breaching and bruising,
Bleeding and blasting.

My mind quietly remembers and stores the feelings of abandonment.
Those thoughts that run through my mind daily and deeply.

Overtaking the good memory of the past
Forgetting that they were ever broastcast.
They were just surpassed because they were never on a newscast.

I try to take control
Being on my post and patrol.

But then my mind seems to drift away.
That only brings me back to the crossway.

The place I must make the decision
If I will be broken or continue to carry this burden.