the gates have rusted open
no longer free to creak
with the winds and sing
their lonely song
left them wide and called
an invitation, a request
sometimes almost begging
but i forget
that gravity favors the largest
and most whole
and i'm all
nebulous fracture
like all the books she'd
left on shelves
loved intensely
momentarily
left to rot in search
of something new
always something new
leaving herself behind
bored of the present
afraid of the future
trapped in the past
but still waiting
something will change, it has to
it has to.
tell herself again that this
can't be all there is
something missing
lost and can't remember
where or when she had it
last, or if she ever did
tell herself again that it
will turn up if she keeps moving,
it has to.
but she's walking in circles
and nothing is missing
YOU ARE READING
lost in space on a page
Poesiaa collection of poems i wrote when i was sad and needed to get things off my mind, written about the girl inside my head
