That little spark of light
Escaping from the spaces
Of my unopened window
Softly illuminating my dark room.
I watch the ceiling
With my eyes wide open
Lying on my bead
Everything's so still
Wish my heart could too...
And here hits me this anxiety
Creeping from the floor
Deep from my life
Entering my head
Creating a mess
A mixture of...
Sadness,
Anxiety,
Melancholy,
Emptiness
Dancing in my room
These dark walls laughing so hard
On the tales of my failure
I feel so numb right now
But even this silence is making noise
Every second is like
Daggers on my back
Deep in my bones I feel that chill
That black blood of loneliness
Running in my veins
Diving in my eyes
Now sinking in my sorrow
This was so deep
But now my soul is floating
Holding all those unsaid words
This sound of ticking clock
Roaring hard in this moment
Breaking this taciturnity
My heart screams out loud
"I'll always be there for everyone"
But a part of me painfully questions...
"But whose there for me...?"
-shay
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ANECDOTE • #Wattys2019
PoetryThe soul danced and rejoiced on the melancholic music of its failure all alone in its jungle city and cried over the moon. It counted the stars, hoping someday all of it would be alright but then all the hopes were shattered as the nostalgic feeling...
