Within

Where do you turn when there’s no one left but yourself?

Years spent in avoidance,
desired oblivion,
self-obstruction… and yet—
        you still run.

Everyone has the secret you weren’t afforded the privilege of keeping—

trapped in a maze built with no exit;
yearning for a love that can’t be created    but developed.

Where do you turn when there’s no one left but yourself?

With exhausted energy from all other external beings
you float in the simplest existence.

Craving fulfillment in a lackluster bubble that only drains the small bit of fortitude left

Where do you turn…
Where can you turn?