the strife is faced,
this love misplaced,
hearts to ruin,
of what, for what?
strife is faced,
hearts are raked,
as we try not to forsake
our who and what we are,
as we try to find our place,
and we hurt each one, the other.
in this seemingly empty space,
to,
no you,
no me,
no us.
no dignity,
no responsibility,
no respect constrained in restraint,
I become something,
what, I do not know,
wounded, disillusioned,
surrounded by confusion,
covered in contusion,
seeking answers
where none can be found,
longing for understanding
in this un-understandability.
