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.