All Grown Up Poem by Erica Smith

Torrents of sleeplessness rip through my veins
Quests of purpose across grey matter
Why? When? Who? infect my brain

Like all the other lemmings you hate
Are you predestined to follow suite?
Selling your flesh, your innards, your soul
The namesake of a prostitute

Days of realistically being alone are gone
While figuratively you're still drowning
Just with the responsibility of a precious one

How deep can your void get?
How vast the hole?
How long till it resurfaces?
Can you save your soul?

My Hero! My God! Come and save me
I'm ill and hardened, far out of reach
Please I'm slipping and desperate once more
To follow a lead

Cuz I'm only human
And my flesh rots just like the next
My feet are aching
And any growth has been repressed

So give me a guide light because
Satan waits suave at my door
Whispering sweet nothings
Reminiscing...'Pain you'll feel no more'

(11/1/2009)