Focus
Ignore the locusts swarming out that choke us
Ignore the broken shards of past that poke us
That broke us down to shattered glass
of mirrors that evoke us
Glinting all the scattered light
of tattered thoughts that soak us
Swarming up like locusts
Storming so to choke us
Warning of the coming fall to mirror one that broke us
Feeling hopeless
Cornered, copeless
But it’s not a yoke we have to grope
We just have to focus