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Apr 2018
nothing feels real, it all feels like a dream,
like I have been watching my life from the e y e s of another,
will I ever be at peace?
oh how I wonder,

how I lay here and ponder what it would be like,
if I had enough power to speed up,
fast forward through life,
and escape right now, for it is far too much

I can not bear these feelings and flashbacks,
the feeling that I have died,
like life is full of nothing but crap,
and like my brain is completely fried.

tell me, why did it not take my life,
why was I not given back to the sky?
Elizabeth Oyibo
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Elizabeth Oyibo  18/F/Iowa
(18/F/Iowa)   
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