Rampage

I feel so sad and have so much guilt, thinking about all the ways my dissatisfied heart has built. 

Up inside.

It doesn’t hide from me 

But continues to put this stress on me, and I’m still here trying to let you be. 

What can we be if I wonder and wander, continuing to ponder, all of life’s mistakes that makes things harder.

Harder to break free, harder to leave, while my mind is still on this rampaging spree.