I'm unsteady, please hold on, I'm not ready, don't be gone,
I'm so sad, please stay, I've gone mad, don't go away.
I'm not home, please take me there, I'm writing this poem because you don't really care,
I'm fighting but I'd rather fly,
I'm frightened but I'm not scared to die.
I'm not here but maybe I am, you say you don't see her, but maybe you can,
I'm alone and so are you, I've grown, it's time you did too.
YOU ARE READING
An Amalgamation of Words
PoetryI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
