To A Place

I woke up this morning, feeling empty, hollow

Falling like a coin tossed into a bottomless pit

Couldn’t go back, so I confronted my thoughts

Like a struggle inside my head, and I seemed to be losing

 

It felt bitter, left me thinking long after my thoughts had passed

Why must I be my own nemesis? Why must I be caged inside my own head?

My fight is against my own self, and every stroke wounds the aggressor

But there is some serenity too, from the other side that I see you

 

My thoughts and I will meet at a place I have heard

If you see me losing, take me to this place, and I will follow like a lost child

Waiting to be found, on an empty, open patch of land

Seeing your shadow from far, hiding, yet eager to walk away with you