Ashes

So many thoughts
tornadoing through my head,
storming through my brain,
all those worries
and every day seems
to keep them piling on.

And all I can do
is sit and wait
and hope all will be fine.

And as I lie on my bed,
ceiling spinning
against all the worries,
I think that maybe
I shouldn't have tried,
maybe I shouldn't hve thought
I'd deserve anything,
that I'd ever
be living the life
I thought I was living.

And maybe the sun left
with all my energy
and all my good luck
and everything else that left me,
so I'm lying here
and staring,
burning heavily inside,
an angry fire,
burning all my insides,
everything that's still there,
burning,
burning,
burning.

And all I can do
is turn into the ashes
of myself
and wait for resurrection.