my voice. I almost feel foolish
as the anxiousness settles in.
For some strange reason I feel
lost without even knowing the
answer. I feel the pit of
my stomach and the logic
within my mind telling me
the answer, to lose all
hope, to forget, to reject
to overcome and find another.
I push it away but it
pushes back and I find myself
cornered in the dark in the
emptiness of a see-through
cube, where all can see
my foolishness, and indeed
I feel the fool.
