Weeks turn into months
The months drag on for years
As the clocks hands violently spin
Time seems to eloquently disappear
Lying for what seems to be eons
In hollow shell that once was
Praying for a new tomorrow
Never seemingly comes
The suns rays gently shine through
Only tease me with a glimmer of hope
That never seems to ensue
Wishing the warmth I have felt I never knew
Visual wonder seems to blend
Into an everlasting monotone grey
Staring into the empty wall
No stimulation to relieve my pain
Joy is nothing but word
For the mere feeling is left heard
And by my hands alone I sink
Into the darkness of night I’m never assured
For imagination can thwart the coming days
Relieve my mind traveling on an escape
But for how long must you hold fast
Slowly as it becomes a twisted decay
For what I want I try to reach to grab
Only to grasp a hold for mere seconds
Slowly slipping through cracks of my hands
Returning to a bleak existence
As you search for the good you wish to find
In those few faces that abound
Your own misanthropic views
Seem to chase away those who are sound
So alone as you are to thee you must face
As your mind tears itself apart on endless race
Slowly you try as you fight against an uphill slope
Left to your own devices endless suffering without hope
Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 12:42 PM UTC
Weeks turn into months
The months drag on for years
As the clocks hands violently spin
Time seems to eloquently disappear
Lying for what seems to be eons
In hollow shell that once was
Praying for a new tomorrow
Never seemingly comes
The suns rays gently shine through
Only tease me with a glimmer of hope
That never seems to ensue
Wishing the warmth I have felt I never knew
Visual wonder seems to blend
Into an everlasting monotone grey
Staring into the empty wall
No stimulation to relieve my pain
Joy is nothing but word
For the mere feeling is left heard
And by my hands alone I sink
Into the darkness of night I’m never assured
For imagination can thwart the coming days
Relieve my mind traveling on an escape
But for how long must you hold fast
Slowly as it becomes a twisted decay
For what I want I try to reach to grab
Only to grasp a hold for mere seconds
Slowly slipping through cracks of my hands
Returning to a bleak existence
As you search for the good you wish to find
In those few faces that abound
Your own misanthropic views
Seem to chase away those who are sound
So alone as you are to thee you must face
As your mind tears itself apart on endless race
Slowly you try as you fight against an uphill slope
Left to your own devices endless suffering without hope