I'm laying still
Within the same four walls.
Watching the furniture move
Without being touched.
Watching the sun fall
And transform into the moon.
Yet Im still....here.
Haunting this room.
Unable to move
Speak
Touch
...
Where do I go?
I'm trapped beneath this earth...
Waiting for someone
To finally pick up the right stone
And find me hiding there.
Fill my lungs up with their air
To dig me up with their hands
And save me from the worms
Who dance in my head...
Who whisper in my ears...
Who invade my eyes..
Bugs are stuck inside...
I can't cut them out..
Trust me...
Im a rotting corpse
Of the boy who tried.
The boy who loved.
The boy who cried.
Who just became another rock
For someone else to get across...
YOU ARE READING
Poems: Gade 12- Present Day
PoetryFrom another guy in the world, to you. Words that aren't spoken, but remain true. I hope you find comfort in my poetry too. A rusted connection to my reality, because honestly. I've lost it.
