“Clueless”
By Ashley O’Hare
Everything seems hazy;
nothing holds any meaning.
I’m stumbling through life
like my shoes are tied together.
Why should I pour
my heart and soul
into something build to fail?
If all comes to an eventual end,
is it not naive
to hope to become the exception?
Love has always stumped me most.
We know frighteningly little
about the cause of our feelings.
How am I supposed to put my faith
into another’s hands?
Never have I been more clueless,
never have I been more scared
than when my heart
demanded to be heard
over my head.
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