I dislike what
life has become,
a place to swallow and succumb,
makes me feel drained and simply numb.
I feel there is
no one to trust,
all confidants just dump and run,
stained and done,
my old connections have formed rust,
I grab a hold
of my own thoughts,
absorb the warmth, inhale the sun,
my future days
have not been caught,
know in the end pure hearts outrun.
I will search for
stumble at times, till I find some,
with or without
will still be fun,
dancing to the beats from my drum.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy