You're all alone this time,
Scared on your own unprepared mortified,
Stop saying wherever you go you're fine
Because there's no doubt that you're a corpse that's alive.
Alive, so before you run out of time
Stop destroying the clock take it back and rewind,
You need to stop contorting your mind
Making it believe all these stories you write.
You're avoiding the light,
You have the choice to quit distorting its shine,
Life is a roller coaster and you keep aborting the ride,
But you need to get back in line put you hands up and go on it forty more times.
But you're absorbed in your lies
And you try to shorten your life,
We can't afford the surprise
You're not alone it's impossible to be ignoring the signs.
You lost the window to your soul and I know you realize
All you have left to you is doors to your eyes,
And I'm sorry it happened I hadn't seen your sadness
Until your laughs evaporated and they morphed into cries.
YOU ARE READING
Contortion
PoetryWe all feel alone at one point in our lives. This is to let you know that the way you think is the way out is the wrong direction. You're not alone.
