Enough

Your thoughts echo my own…
find peace?
I don’t think everyone is meant to.
Happiness… that either…

I find comfort in sadness, many do…
it became my companion.
A constant familiar on my shoulder…
always with me as a friend…

there came a time when things got shaken up in my world,
as it tends to happen with time and seasons.
things began to change,
patience wore thin and then I had enough,

Only my sense of enough happened with me giving up,
turning my back on dreams and forgetting my purpose,
if I every truly knew what that was…
I literally gave up on it all…
and the worst part of it was,
my familiar changed also…
it changed and became a hole,
in my chest and the ache is hollow…
it takes sadness and captures it…
it brings it in…
tears fear of flowing for they know what awaits within,
so they left also…
A sad little thing that can’t even cry or be sad.
I wonder…
Making peace?
I think you will reach it first… so I leave with you the same request…

sometimes I wonder what it is I really am thinking.
sometimes I wonder what it is I really am feeling.
sometimes it just makes no sense. it makes me tired.