A Prayer For The...

Stuck in my perpetual self

A prayer for the….

 

Me that’s locked somewhere,

 

There is a thing inside me that grows on sadness

Because I have so much of it, it grows.

 

I often think of the end, when I am in a room of people and no one can see me, when I am alone starring at the phone waiting for anyone and the line of disconnect gets long and thick, wrapping around me till I cant scream…

 

 I am the hallow, I feed it.

 

I feel a lone spectator in the library of life, I can peruse through the isles choose a book- the boy sitting opposite me with the red hair whose smiles stretch a little too thin- and so on trying with all my might to fit in, to transform paper pages ink and covers. I want to take a part instead of stealing glances at others.

 

I believe in something greater than me, I want to be saved. But I continue walking through this library, shunned stained everything screaming ‘don’t touch me’ including me. I also believe the reason why I continue on is because I am unfinished.

 

End.

Author's Note

Thoughts... I am swimimg in them but like a fish a little extra never hurts. so tell me.

Thanks for reading.

Reviews

[luna11]

lovely poem
it's very emotional
well written :D
xx