Pre-Occupied Poem by irena keigh

when im here all i can do is cry myself to sleep
an area full of things that stay untouched, unsolved
a place where only i can be a place with no trinity

the path in which i take to hide a home for all my uncleared sights
deliverance is what i seek
deliverance is to far from someone like this

can somebody help me can somebody answer my delusional misconceptions
can i escape the false pretenses and my misdirections
can a heart beat without a rythym
can a heart feel without any feeling

what is this that cannot remain open
where is this that no one else can see through
not even my own mind has a clue

a hidden agenda surrounded by procrastinating showers
like a hungry beast these things begin to devour
why can something so simple have no solution why cant someone answer my question

every decision every preoccupation that preoccupy my days
filling my life with doubtful lies and unneeded dismays
a maze that no one can walk out of
a puzzle which has missing pieces
pieces that are lost forever
a puzzle broken and severed

is it you to tell me the point of all of this
is it you who will show me the truth to what lies ahead
are you one or following what everyone else said

why i ask...why is something so easy so u naive so hard to recognize
why is all we can do to hide is socialize
what more is there to me what more is there to you
are you really something else am i?

are we nonconformists or hypocrites
all wearing cloths that have the same fits
really the worlds objects do we really have to front about them everywhere we go
do we all ways put up an act..a delusional show

no pay to get in but we pay to get out
but our voices stay quiet wanting to shout
but what...what to shout about, we all avoid what really matters
we dont initialize the good but promote the bad and we deny
we deny the facts that make us who we truly are
our true selfs from our own persona is far

yet we stay in tact with the group blending
while our hearts are in need and our souls need mending
a pending request for something more
but what we want we arnt trying or looking for

why is it that we say things that we believe in but
bring out those words those actions we hate we retrieve them
are we all liars in our mind
a mirror we stare into and our reactions profound

im surprised when i say i dont care
because the next thing i know im caught in the worlds share
a share of shallowness and lies
an appearence so loud but a soul that cries

now i can say truly that im not what i see
that you ain't everything you claim to be and believe
walking shadows with bricks overhead
actions that speak loud but words unsaid

preoccupied yourselves to the point where we cant look at each other anymore
are we prepared for whats ahead? are we prepared for whats in store?

no i didn't think so.