None of this means anything, and I am nothing;
I'm just an empty skeleton, not even worth the skin I'm in -
And that itself is worth so little, this casing has become so brittle,
For my mind is in a riddle and I'm just stuck in the middle.
The casing is cracking, my strength is lacking,
The pain is stabbing, who knows what I'm planning?
My body is here but my mind isn't near, I want to disappear but I don't want to be clear,
I just don't know anymore and I fall through my floor,
I'm just so unsure although I've had to time to mature,
It would seem that's untrue, but I shan't pursue
What you've chosen to do, because that's up to you.
YOU ARE READING
An Amalgamation of Words
PoesiaI'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.
