I am the black wall of misery,
Full of cracks and holes
I no longer stand tall.
I am fallen.
As creative as the puzzle pieces on the table,
Scattered and unresolved,
I seek other parts of me.
I am incomplete.
I am the broken car of hopelessness,
No power, no wheels.
I’m useless and purposeless.
I am stuck.
I am as bright as the shining stars in the sky,
Far and alone.
My light seems to be fading away.
I am consumed by the darkness.