My latest tears have not been of sadness
And have not been of joy
But instead from a lack of emotion
A feeling in which has been dormant
In the very pit of my worst enemy..
Myself..
With each redundant fantasy
Comes another soon to be obsolete dream
Looking foward to the blue horizon
Instead of the green grass that lay under my feet
Above the horizon and in my night sky
There are millions of stars shining with hope
But when I look upon them for assistance, guidance,
They fall from the sky
And down to the earth
To soon become a crater…
a reminder
Of what once was a potential bright hope
And is now another scar upon the gravel of my heart
These chains of which hold me down
Will break with time
But it will be to late..
for the tears will have dried
And the mask that I’ve worn
Will not only show an alter ego of my former self
But instead will have thrown my former self
Into the rolling, roaring waves of the ocean
And left to drown
At that point I will no longer be
Who I once was
Or who I was once thought to be
But instead
Someone who I never wanted to be
And slowly as the ironic truth sinks in
I find no comfort in knowing
That the one person that I was meant to be, was...
Myself