Having no emotion,
Being stagnant as a rusted locomotion!
Don’t know why?
As I try,
That desert tear ducts lack cry
A build up,
Trained playing pup.
The water to the brim of a cup.
My hair falls out,
Then I pout.
Attitude, behavior, character drought.
Want to sleep,
No past to keep.
Still can’t get into the deep.
In whisper voice,
Honest prayer to Lord Jesus raised.
World crashing in.
No matter what, Satan can’t win.
Curvy, hilly highway–minds drove.
Now is emotion,
Moving swift as a shiny locomotion.