You tell me that it is okay
To feel disoriented
To feel 'sad'
But how can it be okay?
To feel this ache within
This deep dissatisfaction
You will not tell people
That it was okay
When my presence has faded
This is what it feels like
When your candle has been blown out
Years before it should
Destruction in flesh form
A torturous unsatisfied mind
Craving for a meaningful structure
YOU ARE READING
Jumbled Thoughts
PoetryI write in here to express myself. This has become my coping mechanism. All poems in here have come from my heart, truly.
