Torn Poem by Lauren Domen

When all seems lost, who do I turn to?
When I’ve lost my way, what do I do?
Two faces, both ingrained in my mind, never able to forget
You’re always behind me, your shadow my silhouette
I’m torn
And with every waking dawn
I’m thrust into oblivion as I try to figure out what is being said, what is being heard
Nothing has ever made me feel this way, it has to be absurd
And yet I’m still torn, unable to repair
As I’m floating on air
Unable to ignore, unable to forget
And none of it I regret
I’m torn