Mindless Wanderings

I am out of tune like a broken limb that doesn't quite heal...soundless reverberations with the mindless wanderings leading to nowhere and misconceptions of reality like looking through broken glass...every mark like a final breath every scar hidden behind the gray tints...I used to hold the world in my palm without the dimming light that seems to make everything colorless and you can only see me through a kaleidoscope...distorted like a dream...and though I live and breathe I could fall into your arms because i am unbalanced to this world...and everything in it.

Reviews

[Twilight]

I liked how you have used the "broken glass" and "kaleidoscope", as metaphors in this poem. Writing about our perception of the world around us, is a rather interesting theme to use. In the last line, it felt as if the protagonist sees a potential lover, as her source of security - in a world filled with anxieties and insecurities? Or, more simply, that she feels unsuitable for life in this world?

In theme, it is a rather bleak and dark piece of writing. Overall, it holds together well, and makes quite an impression on the reader. Thankyou, Vertigo!