Its grey
My body feels old
I am moving slowly
Yet vibrating restlessness is moving inside
Its grey
A shadow covers what I see
You look different too
I need to look away,
yet desperate to grab hold of your heart
Its grey
Imagining the future
Helplessness makes me heavy
This body is not my own
A stranger has settled down,
and I am about to drown
Its turning black
I judge before I feel
My face is frozen
The stranger has won,
control is gone
Its black
an overwhelming disgust
the darkest hate
to disappear is all I want to do
I guess the stranger becomes a friend,
and I am wearing the mask of a victim again
I can relate to your vibrating restlessness Leah.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing this heartfelt poem.
It's makes me feel less alone with my own thoughts and feelings.
Be well :)