I don't know what I'm feeling,
What I'm thinking,
What I am...
How can I be a child
Broken by circumstance
Now that I am grown?
What reason could I have
To mourn the things
I never had?
How many nights can
One person
Spend alone?
Which moments define me,
And why do others
Fall in their stead?
Why does the loneliness
Cling to me
In this way?
How can I have
Every material thing
Yet feel so poor?
What reason do I have
To be unfulfilled
By life's thrills?
Why do I crave love,
But flee
When it arrives?
Where was
The point
Of no return?
Did he know
What he was doing
To me?
How much time
Have I spent
On these empty tears?
With the problems
Analysed, why can't
I move on?
Will I always be the child
Broken by
My father?
Can I ever repair
The damage
That has been done?
Is there no way
To live
As I am?
How does my life
Fall through my hands
Like flour through a sieve?
What wouldn't I give
To feel young,
To be wholly carefree?
Do you blame me
For sometimes
Wishing I was someone else?
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Refraction.
PoetrySo many aspects, colours and themes make up our experiences. Truly, is anything entirely good or entirely bad? Upon weighing up the positives and negatives of the past, do we not admit that even tragedy is- in a twisted sort of way- advantageous? O...
