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Sarah Mulqueen Oct 2013
A lasso wrapped about me, and you have control of the other end.
Just let my soul be free.
Hurt me!
Make me feel ANYTHING than the pain and sadness I still possess for you.
This isn't living!
This is barely surviving!
Yet you don't even know it, the hold you still have over me.
Disregarded so you can continue living your illusion.
*Yet I still long for you, forever I'll wait for you
Sarah Mulqueen Aug 2013
Blank Expressions are the new look of today,

The doing of the Elites,
Media controlling the nations,

Making their zombies.

Maybe they sleep more soundly not knowing?
And is the reason why I have so many restless nights?
Sarah Mulqueen Aug 2013
Magic exists all around us,
But so little even notice
Or bother to look for it
Angry beings,
Unable to find their own happiness.
Always looking for others to fulfill them
What a way to be
Forever dependent on others
Unable to find a purpose.
Unable to find their magic.
Sarah Mulqueen Aug 2013
Speckled minds
Dwindling down a long winding path
Defeated or lost?

You can almost make out a harness, lock and key.

We live in a free world?
Then why are we all slaves
Fighting our way through this rat race, we call life.
Sarah Mulqueen Aug 2013
Pain stricken.
What defines the realms of pain?
If it's not physical or visible, is it really there?
Is the crippling of it just in our head or is it really that bad?
To care so much for others,
To really feel the pang in the chest as if it was happening to you first hand.
Empathy.
But when should the line be drawn?
The world needs more empathy, compassion and nurture.
But can one give to much?
Should there be a switch off point, when you say"I need to put myself first"
What if you cant find your switch and are forever giving,
Draining all you powerful energies into others,
until you don't have enough to lift yourself.
You feel the tether getting thinner but you carry on.
Is there a point when the things you value most in yourself
Just run out.
Will you be left feeling broken?
Invincible maybe?
Or just numb?

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