Disappointment follows you, does it not?
Do the eyes not follow in disgust?
Does the mocking tone not haunt your dreams?
How do you manage stifled screams?
These answers I know very well
I know of living in this hell
And worse is when you find the path
That leads you out but still you're trapped
And you refuse to take those steps
You try to salvage what is left
But nothing's left of sanity
Which vanished
And now there's
Only a blank canvas to call your life
Too little to show for
Such strife
Too little to have for
Wanting
No comments:
Post a Comment