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Apr 18
Over and over, there’s got to be more,  
Of a person, of a ghost, of anything for sure.  
I was certain I found the one,  
But it scared me to death, now I lay here undone.  

Thinking my whole life’s been a wreck,  
Poking and prodding until you see the bone,  
Digging a little deeper, I'm the sole reason for being alone.
Was it worth the tour, or just pain on the floor?  

Lessen me by all means, leave me in a pile,  
Can’t be bothered with emotions; they stack up quite a while.
Easier to drop me than to face whats the norm
An easy fix, but not your problem I warn.

Ridding yourself of me would solve it all,  
But all I wanted was to stand, not fall.
Ash W
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Ash W  31/Non-binary/Missouri
(31/Non-binary/Missouri)   
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