Isolated As I stare at my reflection in the mirror, I question myself of why I am here. Deep fear hidden in eyes. I wonder what happens when someone dies. Bruised, neglected and used, who am I trying to amuse. As I look around, no one is to be found. I hear the sound of hail and rain, beating on the window pane. Is this life something that I can maintain? Having to rely on myself solely,* if only* I werent so lonely. I know I could settle for less, just like the rest. Doesnt life seem like an unfair test? My heart has a tear, I want another feeling to compare, or even just a helping hand for when Im descending in quick sand. I can feel the tick of the clock run low within, so I prepare for a place free from all sin. Gypsy soul that has taken an emotional toll. Never advised which way to go, am I an indigo? Disguised so well, I will never tell, the mysterious experiences that makes me furious. Bottled up like an overflowing cup, its bound to erupt. Silent and non-violent, I remain like a pilot, soaring through the pouring skies. If its all for a purpose, then I must rise to the surface, with a mind that has a projection of undying affection. Dismiss the past and take lessons learned as a conscious concern, to prepare my fate that doesnt involve self-hate. By-Noelle Dean June 12,2013
Posted on: Sun, 26 Jan 2014 23:36:25 +0000
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