If I Ever by Tissy Taylor

If I ever feel like a cog

In a giant machine

Or a room without

Any windows

Lost in a place where

There is no trace

Of being discovered

If there ever is cause for

Contemplating my life

Mindless, crazy doubt

Circumstances

A wasted place of

Unsheltered haste

A want to be alone

When I feel this world bring me down

Blind to when I can't see

What's in front of me

Where my silence

Can no longer breathe

Am I replaced

Let my candle flame fade

Mourning all our mornings before

Pictures in a reel, spin

Lost to yesterday

I am broken

Healing this open wound

Missing what is

Certainly in my way

Communications Manager/Business Analyst for Automotive Industry giant. Born and raised in Ontario, Canada. Writing since I could hold a crayon in my hands. Penned a weekly family column in two community newspapers. Writing poetry is my passion. My first book of poetry “Madness, Chaos Unravelled was recently published. 
www.iamtissy.blogspot.ca