Wandering

Being lost within depression

I’m running down this path,

the road ahead is blurry.

along with the rest,

Everything happened in a hurry.

I can’t afford to slow,

I don’t want it to catch.

Don’t know where I am headed

& nor do I care.

As long as I am far away from here.

I am just gonna go,

wherever my feet may lead.

I still have no clue,

how I could’ve let myself sink so far deep.

There appears to be no exit

or an end in sight.

So many paths,

That I may choose.

So many walls,

Which blocks all of the light.

So many dead ends,

That will make me turn & have to go back around.

Sometimes in circles or straight lines,

trying to escape this awful maze.

Why did I let myself sink so low?

If only I had stopped to rest,

then maybe I’d be able to stop shakin'

& had the strength to prevent my path from being overtaken.

Then perhaps I wouldn’t be stuck in this mess,

& having to wander these dank dark halls

looking for my escape.