I don't even know what to say
When you approach
I freeze
I stop
I close
You are confrontation
You are a stranger
That is not so strange to me
You prod at my layers and I
I withdraw further into myself
Away from my fears
To the lonely existence
I build my wall higher
Fortify it with sharp words
Barricade it with cold stares
Then I hide
Where you won't find me
And I sit alone on a hill of dead bodies
Inside my silent walls
All the missed opportunities taunt me
On my throne of bones I sit
And they clatter and chatter below me
Of things I won't do won't try won't see
For I am a fearful being
And it consumes me
Until I am just another body on the pile
Of dead possibilities
YOU ARE READING
Of Humans and Kings
Poesia"With her firestorm eyes and her watery soul It dripped away in pieces, no longer whole" A collection.
