upon
a pond
the sun
had shone
with more
time gone
the moon
turned on
and now
the pond
has found
it’s calm
with more
time gone
the pond
now yawns.
There floats
a swan
upon
the pond
she waits
for dawn
she yearns
someone
yet time
has gone
and she’s
not here
no sign
of her
no hope
unclear
as time
went on
the swan
had gone
and now
she’s waiting
for dawn come
and now
she’s mourning
for the swan
and she’s not here
no hope
unclear
cause time
will tell
and time
hates you
the sun
will shine
the moon
will glow
but time
will never
pass so slow.

as leaves fall
and temperatures rise
time seems to stop
but anxiety does not seem to halt
when will this end
my emptiness being emptied out
i am not lonely
i want to be left alone
but i am wary
of the monsters in my head
the imaginary fear i bring unto myself
it awakens when i’m alone
i sink into a dilemma of my own
as temperatures fall
and leaves rise

I am unable.
I am unstable.
I feel waves of emotions;
yet I sit through the motions.
My teary eyes never lied.
Only in silence have I cried,
for the emotions I’m unable to feel;
and though it hurts to ****,
I’ve killed my emotions,
to save myself from humiliation.