Passing time
It goes excruciatingly slow
My heart a broken metronome
Beating as the shadows creep across my thoughts
I can shut out all noise
Except for the merciless critics in my mind
I hide under the covers
The day’s problems can wait until tomorrow
And nothing new can go wrong if I stay here
Everything hurts
Every muscle, every thought
I don’t want to feel anything
Please leave me
I don’t want company
I don’t want to acknowledge how pathetic I am
In the mirror of your eyes
Nobody understands anyway
They offer useless advice
Mere platitudes to shore up my rotted piers
In an ocean of troubled waters
That convince me again how little they know
Music would help my mood
But like most things in life
It’s all vanity
Nothing new under the sun
Why even try?
Meaningless motions I endure
So others can be happy
So they don’t have to suffer because of me
Illusions of disillusionment
Like an actor
I feign a smile around others
A bandaid on my face
A tourniquet on my soul
That doesn’t stop the bleeding
I’m really expert at faking life
But I can’t fool myself
With sleight of smile
There’s no magic strong enough
I shut down and lock myself inside
I know the truth
Nobody cares
Nobody loves me
I am truly alone
About the Creator
John Markham
I’m an amateur at writing. I began writing fiction/fantasy as well as poetry as a teenager.
My current stories are about a wizard from Earth named Draco Moonbeam on a clandestine mission in the White Kingdom on the planet Gaia.
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