Aching back
to remind of failure.
It’s getting harder
to stand straight
after each signal.
Is it more comfortable
laying
on the ground?
Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
Aching back
to remind of failure.
It’s getting harder
to stand straight
after each signal.
Is it more comfortable
laying
on the ground?
A blackout
to highlight the importance
of trying
and remembering
the voices
behind the end product.
Is this enough?
Or is this
relationship over?
Teach a barrier
and surpass the expectation,
pride and acknowledgement
lifting away darkness
and settling your soul
to the future.
Sink into the isolation
of the forgotten corner,
only remembered
when requests
demand an audience.
Has your mind
awoken in time
to feign interest?
Count the days
expected of loneliness
and hard work,
note the unhurried response
on those unaffected.
Perhaps it’s time
you did the same.
Deliberate on why
they gave you life
and watch passively
for you to choose
your way.
Are you strong enough
to stand alone
and find
a real purpose?
Resist nature
with a waterproof coating,
will it protect
or restrict?
Step outside
and find out.
Repeat a lesson
to understand
what the path
should have been.
Is it too late?
Knowledge beyond
the expected
lets you step back
and observe,
waiting for them
to notice,
to catch up,
to understand
who you really are.
Carriage of guilt
built to trap you
into forgiveness,
do you accept?
Or keep struggling
for a little longer?