The Bright One

The hardest thing I have found
Is that, no matter who is around,
Is to say “Look at me, I am hurting.”
You can see their eyes turning,
But even sunshine gets swallowed by rain.
Cold, turrets of tiny pains
All knock, knock, knocking against oneself
And the world we stand on.

From the ocean shelves
The current bombs,
Spitting against the blackened sky,
And it’s there I feel too alone to try.

“You’re supposed to be the bright one."
Well…. Whatever happened to that?

Reviews

[Kristan A. Mohammed]

Such beautiful words and excellent descriptions and imagery. Your choice of words is also awesome. Keep up the good work.