Ant
I get lost in my music
To wash away life's rubric
But the wind smacking my face
Keeps my feet locked in place.
The street is an empty grey
But windows watch me like prey
The eyes of the home, the heart
I see fires in a hearth.
I should stop my moving mind
But my next path is now signed
Existence will fight essence
On a red field of tensions.
I walk the world with purpose
But in truth that is just surface
I am stuck in soul, inside
Never venturing outside.
Real life slips through my fingers
Not a single thought lingers
If I was flying through space
My mind would go the same pace.
The words come to me quickly
But their meaning is sickly
Finding the right one is hard
Like holding broken glass shards.
I'm not sure where I started
Where I've been wasn't charted
The meaning of my thoughts is lost
Like summer melting the frost.
Thinking is a dangerous hole
I am an ant trapped in a bowl.
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Free Falling Through Life
Poetry*Featured on the official wattpad poetry profile* (13/7/20) 'Emotions in my words, The things I cannot say, I keep them and it hurts, So I put them here to lay.' A collection of poems written by an emotionally unstable teenager. 2nd place in the st...
