what is this feeling
this melting away
my insides are weak
in a slow panic
can’t seem to grasp it
why I am this way
I’m on the rise
yet falling
afraid I’ll fall alone
will her steps meet mine?
am I no longer lost
or blinded by an empty hope?
slipping into darkness
an array of thoughts
swarming like moths in a lampshade
hurtful possibilities emerge
saboteur of my own vessel
can another ever love me
want me, need me
as I them?
submerged in cold matter
I’m fragile
forced to live on
my eternal wandering
for a chance to become fully alive
to share my life
what sings to my soul
is an endless desire
I fear that may never change
that my soul will live in shadows
never truly seen or heard by another
I am the only true observer
and that is the feeling of loneliness
that makes me sink into myself
it hurts to be here
painfully present
meaningless
and inevitably forgotten
May 17, 2020
May 17, 2020 at 11:21 PM UTC
what is this feeling
this melting away
my insides are weak
in a slow panic
can’t seem to grasp it
why I am this way
I’m on the rise
yet falling
afraid I’ll fall alone
will her steps meet mine?
am I no longer lost
or blinded by an empty hope?
slipping into darkness
an array of thoughts
swarming like moths in a lampshade
hurtful possibilities emerge
saboteur of my own vessel
can another ever love me
want me, need me
as I them?
submerged in cold matter
I’m fragile
forced to live on
my eternal wandering
for a chance to become fully alive
to share my life
what sings to my soul
is an endless desire
I fear that may never change
that my soul will live in shadows
never truly seen or heard by another
I am the only true observer
and that is the feeling of loneliness
that makes me sink into myself
it hurts to be here
painfully present
meaningless
and inevitably forgotten
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