I wonder how it must feel
To be left and forgotten
To have a heart turn to steel
Amidst a tempest so rotten
A storm of emotions unbidden
Of fear grown bloated, grown sick
Of a soul quite silent, quite hidden
This fire raging, dying so quick
To be snuffed out, this passionate flame
Let it die, let it break,
Let it twist and turn in shame
All attempts so fake.
All tries, all hopes, crushed and forlorn
An idea given up, given nothing, yet was born
Embraced with cold, embraced with apathy
Gifted of false sympathy
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 10:57 AM UTC
I wonder how it must feel
To be left and forgotten
To have a heart turn to steel
Amidst a tempest so rotten
A storm of emotions unbidden
Of fear grown bloated, grown sick
Of a soul quite silent, quite hidden
This fire raging, dying so quick
To be snuffed out, this passionate flame
Let it die, let it break,
Let it twist and turn in shame
All attempts so fake.
All tries, all hopes, crushed and forlorn
An idea given up, given nothing, yet was born
Embraced with cold, embraced with apathy
Gifted of false sympathy