I'm only a poet when I'm hurting
These days I've been hurting a lot
Yet there has been no sound escaping my lips
Worthy of poetic calling
I've been void of words as I've been of feelings
I try to cry but not a tear rolls down my cheeks
I try to laugh but the weight of my heart burdens my lungs too much to make a scoff
My emptiness is one only redeemed by loneliness
For it is the only bird likened to it
But my desires conspire against me in deceit for love
Company, a connection I'm certain had been the root of my desolation
So I question why I should ever return to that which has made me thus
A human, yet not a human
For I have become unfeeling and watch in time passing
As all I've known deserts me and my brain makes friends with the ruins of my mind
The suppressed breaths and the fragments of a shattered heart
I reach in vain for longing but fear overshadows my grip
So I touch not love, but the darkness of the emptiness snatching my soul from its core
Leaving me thus,
Human, yet not human.
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