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Oct 2019
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i cant say that im ready to call it quits
or return to non-exist
but i am so tired of barely keeping it together.
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i want to escape but where?
im seeing things unclear,
my only space of comfort is no longer here.
as i attempt to live present in each moment,
im trying to stay open;
holding onto all that's left
still wishing and still hoping
that all things will come together by the good that is in me.
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my life is far beyond my understanding and
im having visions of living in a space that associates in no way,
shape or form with what stands before me...
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this cannot be all that there is to my story;
so what is my purpose?
is it deeper than surface?
im asking ,
how do i root myself in madness
to cultivate the magic?
how do i save myself and save the world,
to them im just a little girl with dreams of change,
who's oh so strange...
Written by
the black rose  F/the islands
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