My Wall Is Crumbling
Author: Shiloh


I'm frightened.
I'm finding it more and more difficult
to continue to continue.
I am feeling,
more every day,
that I can't do this any more.
I just can't keep it up.
It seems to be getting to the point
where I feel that it is overwhelming,
and beating me down to the ground.
I try,
oh, how I try to keep up the image,
and it may look like I am just fine,
but I think I am just acting a part,
and I'm not too sure of my lines any more.
Most of the audience has left the theater, anyway.
There are just so many things
that must be done,
that require so much attention,
that cause so much worry and frustration,
and I am one with the answers?
I am the person who knows what to do,
how to do it, when to do it?
I want to do it, I have to do it:
I am the guide through the maze....
but I have lost my way,
and I'm losing my will to keep trying,
because I no longer see the path
that apparently wasn't there in the first place.


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