Faded

Screaming and bleeding,

My mind is un-weaving.

Crying and breathing,

Looks are deceiving.

 

This life is well written.

Unseen, you’re forgetting.

Trying to make sense,

Of this lifeless mess.

It’s hard to see

When everything you can be,

Is broken and faded.

 

This empty glass I have traded.

For a full one filled with gas.

Don’t pretend to look into my soul,

When you have your own,

And it’s barely even full.

Reviews

[13ReasonsWhy]

This feels like it was made for me..... And every other person who feels the same way.

[~ Stefanie ~]

The second stanza is definitely my favorite :) I loved the flow to this poem... it is very well written! Fantastic job!

[En.Ki]

I like this, it has a great flow to it.

[Wolfwind]

This speaks to me of the concept that states, "How can one help someone else, when they can't even help themselves."
The imagery shows us of the awareness that one has about the world and those people in it. And being aware is the first step on a secure journey in any direction.

Great Poem!
Aaron