I am drowning in my own bile
of unrequited questions
and fitful fortunes.
In a furious flurry of appointments,
I find myself forsaken,
devoured by my thoughts and debilities,
yearning for consoling answers
to my unnerving conundrums.
Tears drop from my raw eyes
ricocheting off my shaky existence
as I search for the embers.
That once allowed me to live outwardly,
but that have since receded
into a whirlpool of spinning senses
and harrowing confusion.
What will be of us?
Is it possible to be prepared for this Life?