A Place

© 2005 Ree Tjeerdsma

I never know where I should go
Or if there is a place for me.
I sing and curse, get well then worse,
But make no progress being Ree.

If there's a place, an empty space
That I can fill by being true,
Well, where is it? I'm in a fit
Just wondering what I should do.

There has to be a luxury,
A thing I've missed despite my drive.
But all I see is parts of me,
Too scattered out to wholly survive.

Answers lie beyond my cry,
Denying me response to "why?".
I'm at a loss, so I'll just toss
This dross away and once more sigh.

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