Naive

Reality is a bomb that has dropped on me

And now my shoulders are dropping too

My movements become zombie-like

My whole body is weighed down, attempting to forget you

I notice the pale faces and dull eyes of others, comparable to mine

But I cannot tell that my own gloom is also outwardly shown

I go on with claws digging in my heart

Wrongingly believing that to others my helplessness is unknown

 

I see their ghost faces and I can tell they are miserable even without their confession

I don’t realize I quietly mirror the same expression

I don’t realize their minds fill with question

The same thoughts that I hold in secret possession

 

I was naïve enough to let a person control if I feel free

Instead of the valleys, fields, birds, or the sea

I was naïve enough to think I was alone

But others have felt this too, and my heart, it can be sewn

Reviews

[Neo]

Love the imagery in this poem.
Thanks for sharing.

[mess of gorgeous chaos]

and thank you!