Oct 2020
I have a mouth and I must scream but I have nowhere to.
I have eyes that wants to shed tears but I have no shoulder to lean on.
I have a body that seeks warmth and solitude but all I get is emotional thrashing.
I have a mouth and I want to scream but I have nowhere to go to.
I have eyes that are tired and want to close forever but I cannot do so.
I have a mind that is drained but all I can muster is a grimace to show for it.
I have a roof on my head called a house but it rarely feels like home.
I am speaking loudly but it seems no one can hear me.
I have eaten with tears spilled on my cheeks but no one seems to think I am not okay.
There is nothing but confusion which rests on my worn body;
A tomb of my own turmoil, emotions gushing forth.
Words are not enough until they become the flowers that adorn my casket. And even then, no one seems to notice the intricacy that made them.
I am a hollow shell of my physical body,
A soul haunting the living world asking for somebody,
But there is no one except for silence.
I have crumbled here, left crumbs to hint to a destroyed temple,
But there never seems to be anyone willing to visit my shrine,
To light a candle for this wandering soul...
Where do I go from here?
I have eyes that wants to shed tears but I have no shoulder to lean on.
I have a body that seeks warmth and solitude but all I get is emotional thrashing.
I have a mouth and I want to scream but I have nowhere to go to.
I have eyes that are tired and want to close forever but I cannot do so.
I have a mind that is drained but all I can muster is a grimace to show for it.
I have a roof on my head called a house but it rarely feels like home.
I am speaking loudly but it seems no one can hear me.
I have eaten with tears spilled on my cheeks but no one seems to think I am not okay.
There is nothing but confusion which rests on my worn body;
A tomb of my own turmoil, emotions gushing forth.
Words are not enough until they become the flowers that adorn my casket. And even then, no one seems to notice the intricacy that made them.
I am a hollow shell of my physical body,
A soul haunting the living world asking for somebody,
But there is no one except for silence.
I have crumbled here, left crumbs to hint to a destroyed temple,
But there never seems to be anyone willing to visit my shrine,
To light a candle for this wandering soul...
Where do I go from here?
•October 21, 2020 | 7:53 PM
There are not enough words seemingly capable enough to coherently explain how I feel. Nonetheless, I try. I create a vision, mold it, give it form, color it, to no avail. But, it does make me feel better, even for just a small bit of my screaming self.
There are not enough words seemingly capable enough to coherently explain how I feel. Nonetheless, I try. I create a vision, mold it, give it form, color it, to no avail. But, it does make me feel better, even for just a small bit of my screaming self.
