So frail, coming up with phrases
to soften the crushing blows that
are a result of death itself.Every inconvenience
fills your lungs with fiery despair,
unable to cope with reality
and the feelings that come with it.Desperately seeking to
replace innate feelings of love and hope
with stoicism and logic.Lashing out against
your own emotions,
wishing to forget them and move on,
like they don't exist and never will.Seeking to avoid the truth
of your feelings, trying to avoid that which
has held you by the throat since day one.Giving up on your dreams
when things go awry, your hope shatters
like broken glass, filling you with
sadness and despair.You know that it is impossible,
but an inkling of hope still lingers,
causing your immense disappointment.So frail and brittle,
afraid to shatter like glass,
I bury my feelings and desires,
hoping that they will never be unearthed.
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PoetryWhat happens when your own thoughts betray you and you have nowhere else to turn? This is my story, and I will not let this sadness be the death of me, so I'll take this pad and pen and express what's mine.