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Apr 2015
I am walking through a ghost town
That is full of live people
But the smell of graveyard flowers softly whispers the names of the dead
Empathy
I no longer want to know the emotions behind your actions
I have no desire to let you distort my views so that I feel sorry for the things you did
Love
I can never be sure that love lived in the first place
And to think that it did brings no comfort to the situation
But I can't stop
All I wonder is if it has died forever
Sanity
My mind has been placed on house arrest
I spent all this time trying to run from my thoughts only to realize they were tied to my ankle
So I can find no escape
I am invisible
And as I watch everyone move around me
I know that you have placed me here
With the rest of the dead
Because you could no longer bear to see the casualties you have caused
So I sit here in silence
Watching you do the same to another
Because even if I did call out
She wouldn't be able to hear me
So I listen to your twisted lies
And the cries of the fallen
With tears rolling down my cheeks
Rest In Peace
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