Smell the ocean breeze,
calm aromas of salt in the air.
Incompetent voices blow through the winds.
It's the purest of decadent isolation.
Far off from the rest,
the beauty- only in the eyes of the beholder.
Truth be told,
it's the winds of change guiding me.
I move with haste,
running towards the light.
What's ahead?
I see a dark figure, reaching out to me.
He smiles, as the light envelopes me.
I know, now, who he is..
My destiny.
YOU ARE READING
I don't understand
PoetryLately, I've been pushed through a bunch of heartaches and pains. I'm lonely, but.. I'm starting to see that I dont think I matter really anymore. Is my existence really worth keeping in peoples lives?
