lost
Lost, swimming in a sea of sand
weakness driving me to shame,
reaching for a missing hand,
wishing that I never came.
I gasp, my throat reaching for the air around me
but my chest is held too tightly for breath,
my throat, clogged by a sticky, sweet syrup.
A voice speaks calmly of certain death.
Darkness swells around the edges of my eyes
and slowly, the colors cease to exist,
I find that I no longer seek to breathe
and I've forgotten even, what it is to resist.
And I forget, was I truly alive?.
I am so many things. So many contradictions within contradictions that I don't even know who I am. And before I can understand everything, something changes and shifts my entire being before I can even catch up. I suppose I'm still a child, that way. Still struggling with my identity and not knowing who I am, what I am, or even what I believe.
Ask me a question and you will never get a straight answer. This, of course, does not make me enigmatic, or wise, or mysterious. I am simply a person who doesn't know, can never guess, and will never say. It does not take a wise person to admit that they know nothing. Only an honest one.
I suppose I am that, if nothing else.
weakness driving me to shame,
reaching for a missing hand,
wishing that I never came.
I gasp, my throat reaching for the air around me
but my chest is held too tightly for breath,
my throat, clogged by a sticky, sweet syrup.
A voice speaks calmly of certain death.
Darkness swells around the edges of my eyes
and slowly, the colors cease to exist,
I find that I no longer seek to breathe
and I've forgotten even, what it is to resist.
And I forget, was I truly alive?.
I am so many things. So many contradictions within contradictions that I don't even know who I am. And before I can understand everything, something changes and shifts my entire being before I can even catch up. I suppose I'm still a child, that way. Still struggling with my identity and not knowing who I am, what I am, or even what I believe.
Ask me a question and you will never get a straight answer. This, of course, does not make me enigmatic, or wise, or mysterious. I am simply a person who doesn't know, can never guess, and will never say. It does not take a wise person to admit that they know nothing. Only an honest one.
I suppose I am that, if nothing else.