Sitting here
Desperately searching
My soul for emotion
Nothing do I find

I’m like a
Lump of clay
Sitting on a potters wheel
Ready to be kneaded into shape

Some days
Just aren’t worth
Getting out of the bed
Except to make the coffee

Couldn’t do
Without my brew
It wakes my mind and body
To greet the blah-blah day

Maybe tomorrow
Will be better
Maybe I’ll actually feel
Something other than pain.

Author's Comments:
"I counsel so many who are desperate for anything to happen in their life...this is an attempt to let you know that many are out there needing, something, anything to ease their pain."