Days, days and days
pass, something I can’t control.
no matter how far I reach
now hard I pull
my grasp can’t last
my quilt fingers disarray
detangle. Days become a week, I welcome
weakness.
I remember when I got my Piggy.
he was not a football and
I was too afraid to show I care.
I aM tOo olD fOr a StuFfeD aNiMAl
I bellowed to the corridors of darkness I dare not to tread on.
in those corridors I admit I love my Piggy, but not more than my ego.
Weeks. Weeks. Months.
Shadows appear in their worst form purposely; pure.
Shadows are a reminder there’s things I try to hide
things I try attempt to forget,
things I cannot address.
Months, to a year. I can say I miss my youth, but that would admit I was wrong, and thus I cannot look back.
Years. Where has the time gone. Where has my joy gone. A smile fades into the shade. I hate to keep you waiting. I hate to keep you waiting for when I can look back at moments elapsed and not feel disgust , not be afraid to care, but that would mean I would have to do more than shout into the corridors of darkness that surround my mind, and thus the life I want to express hides, in the surrounding shadows I suppress.
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 1:39 PM UTC
Days, days and days
pass, something I can’t control.
no matter how far I reach
now hard I pull
my grasp can’t last
my quilt fingers disarray
detangle. Days become a week, I welcome
weakness.
I remember when I got my Piggy.
he was not a football and
I was too afraid to show I care.
I aM tOo olD fOr a StuFfeD aNiMAl
I bellowed to the corridors of darkness I dare not to tread on.
in those corridors I admit I love my Piggy, but not more than my ego.
Weeks. Weeks. Months.
Shadows appear in their worst form purposely; pure.
Shadows are a reminder there’s things I try to hide
things I try attempt to forget,
things I cannot address.
Months, to a year. I can say I miss my youth, but that would admit I was wrong, and thus I cannot look back.
Years. Where has the time gone. Where has my joy gone. A smile fades into the shade. I hate to keep you waiting. I hate to keep you waiting for when I can look back at moments elapsed and not feel disgust , not be afraid to care, but that would mean I would have to do more than shout into the corridors of darkness that surround my mind, and thus the life I want to express hides, in the surrounding shadows I suppress.