SILHOUETTE
I'm only a shadow,
and I'm withering.
I'm going downhill too quickly.
I hope I make it because I'm trying.
I've valued and cherished,
and I've recognised that it's not my decision
to wish that someone loved me
enough with the things I've created.
I'm sick of the world abandoning me.
Late at night, while the rest of the world is sleeping,
I grab sentiments that I can keep
and chase goals that I can't achieve.
Perhaps when I have a life,
it will feel as if I am living alongside human people
who are both suffering and smiling.
But, until then, I'll continue to be unusual to everyone,
as things have always been.
I'm perfectly aware that I'll become completely incompetent
If I continue to live below the poverty line, doing what others do.
Joseph Davis
20-Jun-2022 08:54 PM
Nyc
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Kerry Arroyo
20-Jun-2022 08:51 PM
Nye
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Chudhary
20-Jun-2022 08:19 PM
Osm
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