I'm boring

Let me down again 

I'm tired of being tired

Put my faith in you

Faith expired

Pulverized in this bleak estate

Seeking out a mentality I'm not sure exists

You all follow a god that doesn't exist

ostracize me, I embrace my 

darker days

Like a creature awaits transformation

Stalked by the dark

I leak into the infiltrating dread

Accept it as my own, carry it on my back

I'm not sure if I'm seeing things still

Taught that its wrong but what if its insight

we are not all children of this world

The universe isn't wonder, this is a tomb

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this reminds me so much of Emily Dickinson and her attitude toward religion, being ostracized for not standing up in church and professing her faith, and then how she wrote so often from the perspective of the dead person with her apostrophe.