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I sit, sifting through remnants; recollections of particular pain.
Ancient words dust off patterns of retreat.
I feel a shadow lurking in the corner.
And the problem is
Never what I'm feeling
But rather what I think.
Manipulate my marionette,
Condescend my ragdoll body.
I don't know how to want things,
I've learned to never need anything.
So I think I have a solution that'll keep the status quo,
I'll sink below and watch the unburdened.
I've always been an effigy taunting fires,
I'll burn down the village if it wasn't built right,
All too often left inside.
.
Goodbye
About the Creator
Conner Carpenter
Mountain born; soul sheathed in a deep lake. Conner enjoys watching the world around him, smashing it and forging new creations.
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