White and BlackA Poem by Kismet
I sit alone, an empty hollow
I'm a shell of what I once was and the dust rises and falls, while shadows of me lurk upon the walls and I'm so alone, that I must face myself... There is no more setting me down in the back on the highest shelf... am I really me now? or am i the three people who have protected me and yet held me back? I am so f*****g sick of thinking in white and black I'm so sick of the outbursts in my mind, yet smiling and pretending I don't know how to step out of line Do these people really believe? If I break out, and bust down will they just leave? and every time I start to trigger, my mind gets smaller and my problems get bigger, I want to feel again but I'm stuck on numb, I need to let it out but my senses are dumb.. and who's left to pick up my shattered pieces? even if i let myself break there's no way to release this, this hardness that I feel... all the masks that I'm afraid to peel maybe they are stuck on and they aren't coming off.. © 2014 Kismet |
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Added on December 19, 2014 Last Updated on December 19, 2014 AuthorKismetNYAboutJust trying to drop my ego, allow change and transmutation, waiting my transformation and working through it and I'm healing in the process. I love to fire dance, any kind of dance, music, writing, sp.. more..Writing
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