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Alex Mar 2018
Well I'm so used to melancholy,
don't know how to pause it

It wraps itself around me,
feels like I'm sipping poison

My hands been dealt, don't love myself,
well I guess I have no choice then

Time moved on it left me lost,
I'm yet to catch my moment

Can't seem to  join the rat race,
still feeling like a rodent

Inhibitions hold me back,
can't seem to knock my walls down

My day will come, hold me to that
let's see what date it falls on
Alex Feb 2018
My wanderlust knows no bounds
Besides the walls of my room

I know adventure awaits
It'll be here soon

I'll hold hands with the sun
And lock eyes with the moon

I'll shed my silence
And don a new tune

I sense that one day
I'll abandon this gloom

But for now I'll sit
Within the walls of my room

— The End —