Miscarried.

I don't know how my actions
become moderated by my wishes-
as if scolding night stars
will guarantee a place for me.

I used to be able to communicate,
to sum my personality up
in a dreamer's mind- a fresh reality...
now I take turns being
someone my soul has thirsted for
and someone the world has sought.

I'm sitting on a rail road track,
watching the world enviously
and wanting to know what to say...
where to go...to let my heart run.

But summer has already passed;
it raced after me in a hungry frenzy.
I never knew of my instabilities
until it knocked me out of thought,
into a comatose
no one could expect.