Losing myself, but
Finding someone else.
Don't wanna be held
At the lost and found,
Waiting for the right one
To take me home.
A stepping stone-
Not skipped but thrown
Kisses the skin then sinks in
To a sea of possibilities,
Sinking me to it's floor;
The core of my soul
Where I know I drown.
Alone in my own hole
I choke on my hope
And hold myself down
Bound with ropes of resistance
To remind me of my situation
I placed myself in
And caged all that could've been
With chains of my rage, and
Hate and questions.
Oppression imposed as a lesson,
To lift my heart and crush it in my hands.
Feel all the shards of who I am
Stab at my palms and slither through my fingers,
Slitting tender flesh and finally
Falling, crashing to the ground.
Shattered soul and silent sound.
Liquify the unknown
And flow into a hollow hold
Of helpless nothing,
Now I know
There is no home below the cold,
Where no wind would wish to blow,
No-
Not in that frigid box
Of lost and found.
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 12:42 AM UTC
Losing myself, but
Finding someone else.
Don't wanna be held
At the lost and found,
Waiting for the right one
To take me home.
A stepping stone-
Not skipped but thrown
Kisses the skin then sinks in
To a sea of possibilities,
Sinking me to it's floor;
The core of my soul
Where I know I drown.
Alone in my own hole
I choke on my hope
And hold myself down
Bound with ropes of resistance
To remind me of my situation
I placed myself in
And caged all that could've been
With chains of my rage, and
Hate and questions.
Oppression imposed as a lesson,
To lift my heart and crush it in my hands.
Feel all the shards of who I am
Stab at my palms and slither through my fingers,
Slitting tender flesh and finally
Falling, crashing to the ground.
Shattered soul and silent sound.
Liquify the unknown
And flow into a hollow hold
Of helpless nothing,
Now I know
There is no home below the cold,
Where no wind would wish to blow,
No-
Not in that frigid box
Of lost and found.
Written November 8th, 2012
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