I'm a lonely island
drowning on dry land
know only how to conceal
can you show me how to feel?
I'm the force of a hurricane
the saddest drizzle of rain
radiant light from above
a lousy puddle of mud
I'm caught in the current
this can't be unlearnt
It’s how I'll always be
a strong raging sea
or a tremoring leaf,
a neglected coral reef
darling
there's a big storm coming
and I'm already running
I'll disappear into the dusk
now that I've felt your touch
I think I'm scared of love
what am I void of?
unable to trust
covered in rust
leave if you must
a sun hidden in shadow
the last phase of the moon
a long forgotten meadow
facing an end too soon
About the Creator
nathaney
I'm an optimistic nihilist comforted by collectivism, in a world worshipping rugged individualism.
I have no idea what I'm doing here,
or in general.
We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arctic3 days ago in Fiction
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