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I'm just not happy....
I'm just not happy
Perhaps you can relate
Moving with no emotion, stepping upon glass plates
Ascending a particular way lest you step anew and discover a foreign taste
A masquerade is what life really seems
As glimpses of vastness recede
more and more by day
The core is so very vain
Shadows of misery flow in like the waters
As my tendencies conjure up torture concurrently it tries to slaughter
Energy depleted from the rain I try to make go away
Calling to God that seems has lost my name
I feel nothing but shame for feeling this way
More and more by day
Can hope be woven in a person that's chosen
To dwell in insecurity and mere model posing
This shell is not worthy to even taste the light
It feels so limited and it's sickening when something in me finds delight
I see you and I shy back into the cave I was born
can hope be woven
I don't seek anymore
Someday's I feel abandoned
destined to struggle upon this island
I'm stranded
A hand reaches for me but I smack it
My S.O.S. eroded by the waves and I don't bother to recreate the message
Impulsive it seems
to shrug any help given to me
My heart skips a beat when winter comes around
It's coldness is the only thing that hits home
It wreaks of a searching
It wreaks of a searching phase for 'more'...of which in life, there really is not 'more'. Very genuine and has heart.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
That's the best comment I've
That's the best comment I've ever read...There isnt more....there's a sense of relief in that sentence. Thank you.