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Violetempath27 Dec 2019
Attempting to hold on to what is left because I never knew my first.
Imagine, I believed it was mother.
Reminiscing how I long for her nurture and flourished in her scent needing to be everywhere she went.
I wrote this poem after realizing all that I have been longing for was Myself. I've focused so much on doing for others, loving, caring that I forgot myself. After noticing what people around me has gone through in life it was apparent they lost theirselves in the process without realizing. Society in all have lost their innocence, compassion, patience, humility, comprehension that we are all one.
Violetempath27 Dec 2019
Mind speeding
heart racing
time remaining.
I am blind to a sight that hasn't moved.
The moment is still.
The quiet sound is everlasting
In the mist of emotions evaporating.
The emotions are combusting in the air and its contagious.

I am blind by imageries that unwinds our souls.
Mind speeding
heart racing
time escaping.
The only question that remains, will we meet again?
Violetempath27 Dec 2019
Run or stay?
Is it too late to pave a way?
I have faith even though
I've been manipulated by the one you all follow.
Long before you all knew how to say your names.
Rebirth without the natural process doesnt feel like thats what you all
need.
I left but came back, is that possible?
Let it be.
Time to be free.
Violetempath27 Dec 2019
In the middle of Reality and surrealism is where you will find me.
Finding it may be difficult to differentiate.
Everyone seeks to find the way to reality.
Asking for guidance might help gravitate.
Time has always taken it's time.
Causing detachment from everything, everyone even me.
Learning, healing and being is my aim.
Hoping I'll be able to digest the end.
Violetempath27 Dec 2019
Browsing through thoughts,
Prescriptive faults.
When will we relinquish?
Repetition appears to be a sequence.
However, it is more of a defense
Results thats derived from a mystery web of ties consumed with lies.
When will we relinquish?
Repetition appears to be a sequence.
Browsing through thoughts and prescriptive faults.

— The End —