Remind Me

under the cold stars
my heart begins to weep.
the flickering candle
shadows what i used to be.
i only wish my head
was six feet under.
buried where no could
see the nightmares.
sun shines down on me
but i feel no warmth.
a zephyr wind
howls with bitterness.
someone please remind me
what i used to be.
what i'm supposed
to be......

by Kaitlyn Sommerfield

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There is always time to turn the rudder on the ship.
I like this...uh, good job?