empty

written after a battle long ago. I just wanted to share it

Dry and clinging to the walls of my empty suspicion,
I crawl without moving.

I move towards the hollow calls of foolish lies
whose meat feeds my need to feel numb,
dumb and distracted.

I repeatedly re-enact the play that is my life -
a satire of piecemealing the whole,
and while living on the gratification of stealing being,
I am never certain I am actual feeling.

I persist as a pretend order amongst the chaos.

Scraping and scarring the cold surface,
I’ve molded to seal my fading warmth
within the unwelcomed progressive advances of a lost purgatory
that is me.

Author's Note

funny thing with battles - no matter the outcome, you never feel like you've ever won...

//i write dark, so i feel bright.

Reviews

[Darkgirl]

I had this moment while reading this where i could identify with it. Very well wrote.