A house

Im isolated 

down the stairs

and Im missing people who I never want to see again.

Im counting the bricks of the room that im in.

and talking to the walls who are my only friends.

And im starting to drift away.

like vapor

returning to the air.

I can feel my self slipping.

And I know that I will never reappear.

Im becoming one

with this house

and it wont let me out

and im crying

yes im crying

just let me change my ways

and im sorry

yes im sorry

I will never act that way

I left you down on your knees

im the only one you wanted to please

and I said no

and shook my head

and now your making my insides feel dead

now im talking to myself

and the musics fading out

now im shouting and im seraching

but I can get out

now im scared and Im worried

where will I go?

will I cry here

Will I die here

I will never know.

I became one with this house

and im happy it never let me out

I stopped crying

I stopped crying

because my ways never changed

I stopped crying

and started dying because this house isnt the same.  

Author's Note

Just for reading. Lemme know what you think.

Reviews

[songstress]

It's a very beautiful yet dark poem. Contemplating the isolation you place on yourself, hiding from people you don't wish to see, all the while becoming more and more like an apparition. you cry, and yet you continue to fade into the background, the house. In so much doing so, you become not only emotionally dead but devoid yourself. This piece is visually appealing.

the only thing I would fix would be the the third stanza. I feel like the first and second lines should be together for the fluidity. Moreover, in the fourth stanza where you ask, "will I die here will I cry here," i feel like if you switch the order of these two phrases it will have a greater impact. Because once you die, you can't really cry.

But, this is your piece feel free to do as you please. it was good regardless.