Despair sits inside, hands to head, hunched over, afraid to say who’s the leader.
Fear crouches further into a darkened corner not wanting to come out into the open air.
Sadness lying on the floor curled up in a ball, much like a kitten, cupping hands over eyes so tears may not spill and leave traces of their existence.
Overall, the me I can’t seem to find today has gone and lost itself somewhere else in time.
Space does nothing, for I cannot stray far from these tightened inner feelings of remorse.
Like a flower cut before it’s time, I wither unexpectantly and slide beneath gutters of the earth.