I put my fingers to the keys

Hoping for inspiration

Praying for resolutions

Words come out

But they don’t convey

Delete them all

They don’t matter anyway

Backspace is worn

The print half gone

Along with the letters W-H-and Y

With L-O-V- and E

Fading away

Like a ship

Headed to sea

Scrambled, jumbled

Full of shame

Regret

Loss

Constant mental pain

It’s all a blur

Not worth the cost

Insecure

Wander-lost

Wonder-lost

Ponder-lost

Just lost