Fallen

My body’s heavy, my spirit is weak, I open my mouth and try to speak. 

There aren’t any words to come out, not a single sound as I try to get my grip and turn around.

 I fall on the on hard cement stone and look around but I’m alone.

 I try to get my composure and tell myself,  life’s not over.

 Broken in pieces, I still have my sight I will find my way through the night.

                                                             -Lisamarie-