No One

How stubborn is the mind

When it is onto something

When doubt creeps in

And leaves no stone unturned?

How capricious is the heart

That desires someone

Obsessed and insane,

Doomed to have no one?

How naive is the soul

Who found its pair

Who forgave everything

Just to ignore the despair?

How cruel is the mouth

Who sputters hateful insults

It doesn't know what to say

And only means to hurt?

How blind are the eyes

Who saw despicable things

Carving in the mind

Dreams filled with 'what-ifs'?

How lost am I?

I, who have,

A stubborn mind,

A capricious heart,

A naive soul,

A cruel mouth,

And blind eyes?

Am I fundamentally broken?

Or is there still hope for me?

Am I meant to always be no one?

Or am I allowed to aspire to be someone?

Reviews

[emmajoy]

A tragedy of words but finely written, emotions expressed. There must be so many that feel at least similar to you.. tis impossible to feel like anyone else, too different hurt is a sharing. Hope you can, will. Keep safe, take care. And yes, aspire.. love yourself.