Lost

Part one in the day of confusion

Found in self, lost in thought.
Always strong, never strong enough.
One step, then one more.
But never reaching past,
The very first floor.

Afraid of choice,
Is it right.
Is it wrong.
The furious cycle continues.
A whirlwind of confusion.

Pacing, pacing.
But that too is a choice.
Bitter and biting.
Because no choice.
Is the worst choice.

Even the dreams,
Leave me wondering.
They are no help.
When all they say,
Is there is no right answer.

Just a choice,
I wish I could choose,
But I cannot.
Not alone.
I am lost on my own.

Reviews

[Eryn ♪]

Part 2 http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Summer2b/1290291/
Part 3 http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Summer2b/1290506/

[Scott Metro]

Sounds like a heap of uncertainty ...
You laid it out well.

Good job.
Scott

[Eryn ♪]

Thank you. It helps relieve things a bit.

[Lucy Morningstar &heart..]

oh love, you are never alone. Not ever. I will be there whenever I can, however I can, to help out. After all, isn't that what love is about? < 3