My poetry came back

In time to usher in a new dawn

To calm my nerves, to calm me down

My poetry came back

To caress my hair and stroke my face

And gently lull me down to sleep

My poetry came back

Those words that went astray

Nowhere to be found and none at bay

My poetry came back

For expression, for hope, for comfort

For joy

My poetry came back

It came back

Returned

To me.

I need a structure to my day

I need to know the words to say

I need a routine to the hours

I need the letters to write a prose

I need a frame I cannot cope

Without a structure or a rope

Something to hold on tight

Something to see me through the night

My mind is turmoiled I’m at sea

Floundering floundering

Please help me

I’m so scared

A tiny child curled up in a ball

Fearing the world

What it can do

I’m so scared

I dare not open my eyes

For what I might see

And cannot erase

I’m so scared

For a lost chance

My unknown future

Thrown away by the fickleness of

Wind

Imagine throwing my life away

All the chances that came my way

Why do I suffer like I do

Mental anguish, feeling blue

Perfect life, job, lot

Cast aside, a blood-stained spot.