I hoped that the beauty
around me would somehow soothe
this aching yearning to feel
anything other than the
crushing emptiness
smothering my fractured
soul.
But it just furthers my sense of
detachment
from this world.
My mind wanders far beyond
the ripples of the water
I gaze upon.
Instead going to
a place of bleakness
where all good things
go to die.
The only one who can save me is myself.
Yet I no longer believe
I want to be saved.
The thought of succumbing to
the ever growing darkness
I feel caressing the
broken parts of myself
seems more inviting
by the day,
One cannot be whole
to feel nothing
in a place
of such beauty.
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