Forever surroundings distinctly grey
Preferring the dark – no longer enticed by day
Laughter: but an age-old memory about to be forgot
Withdrawing from social splendour:
Invited but would rather not
Tears flowing constant level shifting with the tide
Stuck in solemn silence discarding
sense of pride
Eyes closed shut rejecting all but sleep
In waking lurks reality resulting in more
Wallowing in weakness becoming one with night
A uniquely strong spirit estranged from will or fight
No longer touched by beauty or affected by life long dreams
No challenge left worth facing – all for nothing now it seems
LucidLanz LucidLanz
26-30, F
1 Response Sep 23, 2012

This is exactly what my heart has been trying to say...