Drugstore Perfume [Poetry]

unreality

unreality

october9twenty20

I can't stand this bitter void. how dare I get used to it, how dare I respect its normalcy. I used to fight ages ago, but now all it feels like is silence. the war leaves behind scars too deep to name, and definitely too dark to shine light upon. it's all swallowed up.

alone in this storm, in this field where one-way glass divides us hollow-eyed and dead. what is life in prison? what is life in prison when all you can hear about is the freedom sun?

overcome these shoes and stand a champion. above knows I couldn't. it's easy to say you're healing when you simply create a new backdrop for the play you portray. same scenes, same lines, same bitter sorrow eating up that will to live. too difficult.

I just can't listen. am I still running? how could I know, my feet have become so numb. am I a blur? am I fading? the worst people seem to rise above everyone else. these boot-prints are relics of refusing to care too little.

and that is the reality. it hurts