i am lost in the fog.
it's an endless road, leading into the dark night.
i can't see anything, i have nobody to guide me.
i'm isolated. alone. miles and miles of nothingness. i need help. how do i ask for help if nobody's around?
i want to scream, but i'm afraid my demons will take that as an invitation. it's cold, empty. i don't know how to feel about this.
people begin to appear, one by one, around me. not acknowledging me. they don't even know my struggles i'm living through. but it's okay, i can do this. i'm a little less alone. even the presence of people make things a little bit better.
suddenly, it's like an arrow in my leg. i'm barely mobile. it gets dark again. but the people remain, unbothered.
i'm mute. i cant ask for help when speaking is one of the things that causes this isolation. i'm afraid i will be judged. they can't know about this.
i continue on. crawling towards redemption, whilst everybody else ignores my ragged breathing.
it's hard to guide myself while i suffer silently.
hot anger surges through me. who do they think they are? they can't just watch me like this...right?
i'm hollow. a deep breath fills my lungs, and i trudge on.
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a racing mind
Poetrya collection of poetry, dedicated to the aching hearts who need help finding the words to describe their sorrow, but also words to help you see the best in things. - all poetry written by me unless stated otherwise -
