My head consumes me
for a moment I don't think
that I am alright,
for a moment
I think of the dirt on the floor
realising that maybe they
are someone else's ashes.
How rude of us to step on them
how rude of me to believe
that I am more superior
simply because I am alive.
I gather my thoughts.
The dirt on the floor is not ashes.
It is my dignity.
***** and broken into pieces.
Insecure seeps in as I realize
my dignity is no longer with me.
I fall to the floor
head in my hand
and I welp,
hoping for someone to find me
someone to realise
that I am not alright.
But of course,
no one does.
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 4:57 AM UTC
My head consumes me
for a moment I don't think
that I am alright,
for a moment
I think of the dirt on the floor
realising that maybe they
are someone else's ashes.
How rude of us to step on them
how rude of me to believe
that I am more superior
simply because I am alive.
I gather my thoughts.
The dirt on the floor is not ashes.
It is my dignity.
***** and broken into pieces.
Insecure seeps in as I realize
my dignity is no longer with me.
I fall to the floor
head in my hand
and I welp,
hoping for someone to find me
someone to realise
that I am not alright.
But of course,
no one does.
