Part Twenty

I feel like nothing
I've ever felt before
just hanging in the balance,
waiting, waiting....

Nobody seems to hear me
even though I'm in a crowd.
I'm screaming at the top of my lungs;
what goes up must come down.

Fire rains from tormented clouds,
pelting down like cigarette ashes.
Sometimes I feel like ending everything,
but other times, I just feel like waiting.

Waiting for what, I don't know.
Floating in the labyrinth
of baby girl dreams.
And waiting, always waiting...

Blinking through burning tears,
metaphorical blood runs
from an invisible wound.
No one understands.

If only I could turn back
and see where I've been.
I'd spin right around
and give it all to you.

~*~