WhirlwindA Poem by DoubtReality
I’m lost in a whirlwind of people and sounds,
trapped in a world where my head always pounds. Where my mother sings songs I don’t understand, where my father’s not here to give me a hand. Where my sister is favored and I’m stuck alone, in this s****y apartment that I call a home. Where all that I yearn for is deep, dreamless sleep, but get colors and pictures that I’ll never keep. Where all that I want is a boy that will stay, not someone to use me and leave the next day. I envision something permanent. I wish for something real. But honestly, what I covet most is the ability to feel. © 2011 DoubtReality |
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1 Review Added on April 6, 2011 Last Updated on April 7, 2011 AuthorDoubtRealityGarwood, NJAboutMy name is Jessica. I am on a search for the meaning of life. I write to feel. This is me. Random Facts: I'm 17. I live in a terribly small town in New Jersey. I'm single. My favorite color is .. more..Writing
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