I work hard in my life
I take in the pain with all my might
what they don't understand is that I slice my skin to pieces and strive
but the reason they're calling me out is to wonder why.
I have been walking the long road to freedom for my entire duration of breaths
they keep telling me that I'm almost there but I'm not even close
I keep thinking if this is worth the try
or should I go back now and perhaps reside in my past.
I'm confused, pained, tired.. I don't know where this is going to take me
with all of my will and courage I shall carry the burdens that were given to be
as a suffering
as an act handing over
but I didn't budge, I carried it till the end.
And the funny thing is, I am not near the finish line
I'll just walk this road till the end reaches me
I have no say in what has passed or the line that is yet to come.
I'm just another ant that lives under a roof in this world
I am fortunate enough and gratitude sprouts the ignition from beneath my chest
I try to pray and kneel down to seek myself
what I don't know is that loneliness has become apart of me
I am loneliness, that is my name
Solitude is my middle name
my last name is unknown.
But I don't betray and I won't neglect you as you expect me to
I shall cherish you
Even if you fear the dark
or if you dread pain
or perhaps have forebodings towards certain elements the world has kept from your reach
I am here,
even though I am all alone.
YOU ARE READING
Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁