another lie,
another given up soul,
another heartache,
another destroyed hope,
softly slamming the wall through sobs I concluded
'it's like i've spent my whole life nudging at a door,
twisting the handle,
hands becoming callused-
trying to get it open,
when in reality it's just a wall.
it doesn't open.'
wet hair knotted in front of my face, breathing through heaps of steam
that's when I heard it-
a little voice inside my head, unsure of who's mind it really came from
'then bust it down.'
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...
