The music plays on in my mind
even when the world itself has gone still.
This feeling of inadequacy haunts me without end.
The melody tries to cover it,
only the discord continues.
Struggling to keep the way ahead lighted,
the darkness sneaks up behind.
What does it take to make me realize the truth?
If only my eyes opened from this nightmare,
to see my life as it should be.
Yet I cannot wade through the complexities
that is this thing called responsibility.
I do not understand. . .
I may have the gift of tongues,
but I am blind to the task of living.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017