• Pools of reflection,
    Rays of thought.
    Feelings of which,
    You should've fought.
    Searching for something,
    Something that's dead.
    The craziest thoughts,
    Go on in your head.
    And you sit there wondering,
    Where's there to turn?
    All of the lessons,
    You could've learned.
    Crashing ontop of you,
    Stealing your breath.
    The last thing to happen,
    Is merely your death.

    -Jaclyn