19.01.22
00:15
I am running in a circle, and my words fall on deaf ears. if I disappeared, who would know? not the rats that wander the vacant motel of my mind, not my lonesome footsteps pounding down a dim hallway. the masses turn the other way as I shout and shout and shout hoping to be heard, hoping to cause a ripple. but they echo back and fade rapidly, the painful silence melting into my core. all the while I am lost. I am growing. I am crashing. I am settling. I am screaming. I am striving to be heard, while simultaneously striving to disappear. I am here only for a moment that is slipping away with every labored breath. I am but a face in the crowd. one of a million. a repeating character. a story already told. a whisper during a riot. a hand reaching out a moment too late. a voice in the wilderness, but the wilderness isn't listening.
YOU ARE READING
words don't come that easy.
PoetryI've tried. but i've always failed to contain these thousand words in a few sentences, maybe im bad at expressing macro feelings in the few words that I'm limited to. you might think you know me enough because it's been a long time since i first wav...
