Does anyone realize that I am only a shell sitting here in front of them?
That there’s nothing left of me inside of what you visually see?
Totally drained, no longer caring, wishing only for death.
There is no one who can see beneath my eyelids, no way to tell that I have already departed from this horrid world and the so-called friends of haughty reasoning.
Becoming bullies in their old age, thinking they are above spiritual reckoning.
Giving in to the expressions of reality, hoping to be addressed in lands of talented masterpieces of earth.Allowing the smiles of forever to be penetrated from afar.
Wanting only to isolate and go way inside, away from everyone so I can adjust to this cell of life for the moments I’ll be caught up in it.Nothing wants inside me, I am dead to everything and walking into an abyss of misery too black to understand.Only way to try is writing my way…
Filtering episodes of life as it mesmerizes intense emotions, barely being held in check.Surprisingly, wonder unfolds from subconscious realms, taking over and giving all manner of creative ideas to the world of imagination, dwelling inside my mind.
A listener not saying much, being polite so as not to upset the patient who cannot seem to stop talking.Random thoughts being regaled by the one who doesn’t ever give silence a chance to bring peace to his heart.Stopping to listen to another person might curb the urge to take over every conversation.After all, another…
Quickly moving away from the visions with a fear filled with frozen emotions.Standing off to the side, sensing perceptions from back then.
Caring no more for things sought in life to keep busy,now it rocks gently in the cradle of death.There are no more tears left to cry – to shower life withsweet sadness can be no more.Having taken commitment seriously – living life to thefullest – sharing with many people,the petals of each phase of maturity…
