Stained Glasswork

I feel like I'm stuck between two walls

it's quiet here, and no one's around

but don't worry, I'm not suffocating,

I just feel like I'm powerless.

 

I'm rather claustrophobic, but yet

I'll sit a little lower here.

It's getting harder to hold my own,

but the floorboards are rotten and

I'm afraid I'll fall through.

 

and it's not like there's a game to be played

or confidence to learn, or theories to gain.

and it's not like this bothers me (it doesn't)

because maybe I'm just looking

through the windows above us.

 

so many things wrong, but it feels right to you

and yet I feel like I'm dividing these two

heart and soul, lose control, we're all

fighting to survive, fighting for our rights

laying here in the dark, it's hard to see

hard to breathe, I'm lonely here

yet you walk on and yell

over your shoulder;

It doesn't help.

 

so many things bother me, but I won't tell

because it's just an excuse to feel real again

and yet I feel like you'd want me to, but what's the worth?

 

what's it worth if we keep repeating the old

I'm nostalgic but I don't want to reminisce

over broken promises and things held to our chests

so tight we might combust

with the dust in the air, nothing matters: we don't care-

I couldn't be farther from sane-

and yet all your doing is playing games

with fire and matches, with these shards of glass,

is that all your doing with these

because I'd rather build something and sadly laugh.

Author's Note

picture by =mastermayhem on deviant art
http://mastermayhem.deviantart.com/art/Sol-s-Form-And-Filter-137522246?q=boost%3Apopular%20in%3Aphotography%20stained%20glasswork&qo=11

Reviews

[_mal]

I like how each thought leans into the next, you've showed an interesting connection between them here. Very sad,