The loop will close, and I will drown in my own selfish sorrow.
I fall asleep counting sheep, knowing they will kill me tomorrow.
There are reasons written all over my walls and the ceiling,
But the language is foreign, so I trip and get lost in my feelings.
There is no one waiting for me in the bottom of this well.
Still, I know that some hope my fate will drag me back to hell.
The loop closes, and I let my wishes get mixed with the sand,
Dreaming about a land where someone reaches for my hand.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 