As of now.
As of now,
I am lost in terms of speech,
Lost in the physical sense,
As if everything’s long out of reach.
We’re all distant from one another,
As fragile as hell,
We’re not all that different,
Just too blind to tell.
As of now,
I am broken in terms of living,
Tired of repetition,
Tired of ever giving.
I wish I could find the words,
Time enough to say,
reality would be so different,
if I had more of a say.
As of now,
I am still in terms of movement,
Active in terms of thoughts,
looking for something that means improvement.
Miserable at best,
Broken at worst,
With frequent attachments,
I am ever cursed.
As of now,
We’re all lost to the air,
Drowning in our own thoughts,
Pretending we don’t have a care.
As of what seems like forever,
We’re all stuck,
Often between two states,
Wondering when we’ll end up out of luck.
YOU ARE READING
The Pure, Simple, Truth.
PoetryLife isn't always the best thing. But we only get one. So here I am, making the most of it, trying my best to get everything i feel down into words so that i don't have to dwell on those feelings and thoughts anymore. My latest collection of poems...
