Scattered

Focus.

Bring them together,
Figure them out...
What makes me tick?
What emotions are racing
Through my heat-filled veins?

Lost.

I do not know this place.
I have been many other places
Filled with hate, love,
And fates worse than death...
But this a new conundrum.

Confusion.

Help me find my way, I beg.
I do not know my heart or
My all-consuming mind anymore...
The pieces of me, my heart, and mind
Have been scattered like ashes in the wind.
They fly now, taking wing and
Falling over what once was,
What may be, and what never could happen.

I am scattered.

--C.R.E.