Apr 2013
I am
Bloated.
Stuffed.
Full to the brim
with feelings.
I am
Alone.
Deserted.
Nowhere near my home
tears streaming.
I am
Shivering.
Cold.
Left out
no warmth to help.
I am
Crumbling.
Caving.
Falling apart
with no-one but myself.
I am
Losing.
Failing.
Giving in
it must stop now.
I am*
Going.
Leaving.
The departure gates open
Final Bow.
Bloated.
Stuffed.
Full to the brim
with feelings.
I am
Alone.
Deserted.
Nowhere near my home
tears streaming.
I am
Shivering.
Cold.
Left out
no warmth to help.
I am
Crumbling.
Caving.
Falling apart
with no-one but myself.
I am
Losing.
Failing.
Giving in
it must stop now.
I am*
Going.
Leaving.
The departure gates open
Final Bow.
Written on 29/04/13 by Josh Morter ©
No idea why I wrote something so dreary I am actually currently very upbeat... maybe I subconsciously wanted to Juxtapose.
No idea why I wrote something so dreary I am actually currently very upbeat... maybe I subconsciously wanted to Juxtapose.
