Unraveling

What Does Despair Look Like To You?

I let loose words of helpless wandering,
Of lost hope and treasured time.
The flowers wilt at my stare,
I am no longer a friend to them,
No, not someone who calls out in bitterness.
There was once days in which the sea sang to me,
Today its waters darken, restless at my footsteps.
The sky warns me away.
My lips have cracked and I have splintered my nails,
Clawing at my chest as I whimper in loneliness.
I write and write,
Seeking redemption deep within this ghost,
Wishing for wells of magic and kind hands.

Wishing for days I will never have again.

— What Does Despair Look Like To You?