Frost on the wall grows
The ice spreads on the floors
Tickling me toes with my sharp edges
Frozen in place
Because I don't have a fire in me to melt it away
Do you know the feeling of sinking within yourself?
Knowing that your entire existence brings shame
Branded "failure" forever
I watched as they braved the storm
Pushed forward by a dream
But I'm still standing in the snow
I know I won't be rescued
I never dreamt
I never had that fire
My worries were set on survival and distraction
But now I just want happiness
I want to take back my stolen life and enjoy it
I'm sorry, mom
I didn't dream big enough
But I just don't want to be cold anymore
YOU ARE READING
We Became The Mad Men
PoetryI must wash the blood off my hands and the only way is with ink ~ Collection of my poetry.
