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A blank canvas.
A vacant room.
A Cogitative mind.
Extraordinary Imagination.
But,
Fear of Criticism.
Lost

Rather,
Defeated.
Are you moving in circles?

Are you leaving the scars behind? 

You’re just drifting away, 
Drifting away.

Are you dreaming?
Do you exist?

It’s a mere tale, 
A mere tale.

Are you watching yourself? 

Can you see how you’re going away? 

Far from this place,

Or maybe, 
You were never here. 

You aren’t supposed to be.

Do you realise?

Is it the right thing? 

Or do you Deserve better? 

Or worse?

Is this life?

Do you feel it? 

Still got Such a long way to go.

Are you living? 

Or Are you pretending?

Do you think about yourself? 

How things were? 

And How you were?

Is it right?

Is there a puzzle in your mind? 

Are you trying to make it a better place?

Are you trying to solve it? 

To find the right people? 

Or **** your evil half maybe?

Aren’t you caught in the middle? 

Aren’t you hoping for a miracle? 

Think. Act. Reflect.

Is it a lie? 

Or do you seek the truth within? 

Perhaps, you may Do what you feel like.
Is this life? 

Is this what you wanted it to be?

Or are you just trying to conceal things,

Something has robbed off your sanity.
My parents were killed.
I am broken.
I went to the funeral.
My dress is a brushed ivory.

I have not made contact with my friends.
I have not talked to anyone.
The sun brings in gentle light.

I have moved.
School  in the new town began.
I have met many new people.
Everyone smiles gingerly.
I no longer speak at all.
Everyday is the same.
The sky is a pale blue.

I met a boy.
His hair is a pastel yellow.

I talked to him.
He laughed.
It made me smile.
His lips are a faint pink.

He asked me out.
I said yes.
His skin is a soft cream.

He loves me.
I love him.
His eyes are a mellow blue.

We date through high school.
I finally talk again.
I have made friends.
His shirt is a gentle gray.

He asked me to marry him.
I said yes.
The rose on his coat is buttery yellow.

He waits for me.
His hands are a warm cotton.

We take each other.
His ring is bright gold.

It matches mine.

I  kiss him.
I love him.
I am whole again.
This poem is from a couple years ago. Although the facts are not real, this framework allowed me to address the struggles I experienced with my friends and family. Good can come from even the worst situations--that is what I have attempted to emphasize.

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