All My Days
Suddenly,
another morning,
Swishes the curtains
without warning.
Portentous,
with its ifs and buts,
It slashes my dreams
like a million cuts.
Scarring
my already scarred skin
Yet barely containing
my nakedness within.
Apparently,
I am disorientated,
Wandering, fumbling
and discombobulated.
Trance-like,
I carve out a window
To look out at a life
lost in limbo.
Flitting
from one person to another,
Wanting to be loved
by somebody elses mother.
Same old, same old,
a hand in face,
The lonely spectator
of a strangers embrace.
Sunshine
that I just can't see,
Perhaps the days
were not meant for me.
Peevishly,
I seek the shade,
It is a darkness
that I, myself, have made.
Comforting,
like all my hideaways,
Yet I cannot hide
from all my days.
Reluctantly,
I put on my disguise
And smile at the sun
that dared to rise.
Incognito,
I pretend I'm the light
Waiting, without a reflection,
for the night.
© RJVHorton2015
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 11:30 PM UTC
All My Days
Suddenly,
another morning,
Swishes the curtains
without warning.
Portentous,
with its ifs and buts,
It slashes my dreams
like a million cuts.
Scarring
my already scarred skin
Yet barely containing
my nakedness within.
Apparently,
I am disorientated,
Wandering, fumbling
and discombobulated.
Trance-like,
I carve out a window
To look out at a life
lost in limbo.
Flitting
from one person to another,
Wanting to be loved
by somebody elses mother.
Same old, same old,
a hand in face,
The lonely spectator
of a strangers embrace.
Sunshine
that I just can't see,
Perhaps the days
were not meant for me.
Peevishly,
I seek the shade,
It is a darkness
that I, myself, have made.
Comforting,
like all my hideaways,
Yet I cannot hide
from all my days.
Reluctantly,
I put on my disguise
And smile at the sun
that dared to rise.
Incognito,
I pretend I'm the light
Waiting, without a reflection,
for the night.
© RJVHorton2015
