No Rest for The Wicked

I use to write a lot, now I struggle to find the words

Is it because I’m lost or maybe because I’m hurt

Broken inside and I don’t know why,

I thought I was brand new… glued back together and ready to battle life,

But life is battling me and I’m on the losing side

Looking for an outlet, a place to run and hide

I run for shelter, a temporary solution…

I take a deep breath and it’s already time to continue moving