Passionless Hopings

I chase the passionless feelings

full of delirious thoughts

and hopings

of a better anything something everything 

to oil down my hinges

as my bones squeak

like rusty doors 

held open too long,

to color me in lights

reading the scars I've learned to hide

beneath a smile

and fluttering eyes.

I run in circles loving and lusting

for a condition

wanting under all conditions,

seeing the falter of my thoughts

run 

away from my grasp

and hold on

to nothing worth loving

and living lies

so grandeur,

envious when they feel no envy.

Not really sure what's come over me,

as my shadows wish to detach

and I stand there

waiting

for them to come haunt me--

They never do.

Reviews

[SHEEMA HUQ]

'nothing worth', that's an empty feeling indeed, as a poem, I can feel your struggle, I love the last line, I'm glad that your shadows never haunt you, thanks for sharing this

[demureminds]

Well your welcome! And thank you for always reading (: