Alone. Yet, I am no longer withering away into ash as I was before. But, Still I lay in pieces, Trying to recover who I once was before I was defeated by, The grace I lost in an ocean poured by every tear of deceit, Falling from my eyes…
Am I really alone, Though? May be not, May be so. Because, I see others around me often, Yet, No one I can hug as I’m forced into a life of solace, By my own hesitance to trust anybody, And… It kills me inside…
Nonetheless, To an open mic I go, Regardless if I stumble across words only those with a broken heart can truly understand. Regardless if I feel as if I’m hanging by the edge in need of someone’s hand. Regardless, If my legs are crumbling right where I stand…
Leave a comment