i was rooted away,
existing but lost—
that item shoved deep back in the junk drawer,
in that home that was once a feeling more than hallow.
too hearted for my own good—
a split personality,
of who others shaped me into
and the person
i am supposed to be.
underestimated,
agitated,
and incoherently annoyed
slipping right through the inseparable place,
like steam seeping out of your mug,
breaking glass, what i'd give to
to give—
something more than us or something more than what we could be
you hear the beeping too, right
all those unfavorable flowers too bitter
and poisonous to taste.
like it slipping into the night, the darkness,
those words echoing into your head,
much like the constant giving breaking and giving and beeping
into your
head
where do i go from here?
YOU ARE READING
Rootless
PoetryRootless: Having no basis of stability; Unsteady. To you: The vagabonds, the lost souls, and those empty promises. If you feel like you don't belong, that you're lost, lack stability, and/or feel that what you're living now isn't what your life is s...
