I am indecisive.
My correct decisions could just be a coincidence.I am dependent.
When I do things myself, it's one of those rare events.I am irresponsible.
Other people were blamed with my own mistakes.I am unreliable.
No one trusts me, and I trust no one.I am stuck.
I let setbacks block the path I'm taking.I am lost.
The obstacles took me deep into the forests.I am gone.
The world tilted to wipe me off it's surface.I am forgotten.
No one stares, so no one cares.I am irrelevant.
My name isn't mentioned in the populace of the world.I am not alienated.
Even aliens won't admit I'm one of them.I am not stranded.
No lonely places in the world want to take me in.I am not locked.
No doors want me to cry behind them.I am just a wish.
A wish that no one asks for.
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The Silence of My World
PoetryA collection of poems conjured by an amateur writer. A compilation that reflects the writer's thoughts, muses, feelings, and some was spun fictionally. A miscellany of randomness, with a deep meaning, or just a vent poured out of a pained and tortur...