Embers.
I see them fade.
I see the moments die.
I see the mirage crumple.
I see the memories escape.
I see them.
Their faces changing.
Their bodies wailing.
Their hearts breaking.
Their eyes lying.
They worship me.
They whisper my name.
They tell my tales.
They hold me close.
They bury me deep.
I'm looking through the casket.
I'm staring at their lone faces.
I'm watching their tears fade.
I'm gaping at their intense facade.
My fate.
My lips tremble.
My limbs quake.
My fingers hinge.
Where are you.
I don't know you.
I don't hear you.
I don't see you.
I don't feel you.
Contempt.
Their foreign touch brings me pain.
Their fallen tears brings me dread.
Lonely.
Where are the ones that promised to stay.
Where are the ones that whispered my name.
Where are the ones....
Sinking.
I pull away,
Farther away,
Their sad faces giving me pain.
Failing.
I'm turning in,
I'm settling in,
I'm crashing.
Dying.
I'm burning the embers,
I'm ejecting the love,
I'm seething the hate,
I'm losing the race.
Escape.
I'm laying in the casket
of the death
you prey.
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Jaded Reality
PoetrySome Realities are hidden safely in cages far away from the guilt of being judged at, from being gawked at, to form a veil to hide beneath in order to look as humanly happy as possible. To hoard down dark secrets, ultimately sulking in a murk so da...
