Sitting at rock bottom
looking up at
and the stars.
Not sure why the sky is so bright
seems so gloomy and gray
down where I’m at.
I’ve got all these questions,
all these voices
burning fires in my head.
My emotions are flaring out of control,
I cannot seem to catch a single blessing.
My home resembles a lion’s den,
and I think I’m about to get eaten alive.