I am me.
I am within me.
Yet, I do not know where I am.
I can speak.
I yell, I scream.
Yet, I cannot hear myself.
I feel what I feel.
Anger, hate and suffering.
Yet, I have become numb.
I look through my eyes.
I see all that occurs around and in me.
Yet, I cannot save myself.
I have hope.
I have faith.
Yet, my will fails me.
I continue every day.
I remain the same.
The realization I know all too well remains.
I am alive, but I do not live.
This is not where I belong.
Yet, here I am.
This is not who I am.
But it is, who I am.
Right here, right now.
I am struggling.
I am failing, miserably.
Why?
I do not know why.
This is my lot.
This is my measure.
Here I am, all alone with just me.
SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY
