Thursday, February 2, 2012

more fruitless words in my wilted mind

I'm like a bird flying against the wind,
struggling to keep control of my wings.
     I can only hope that my dreams won't be lost
     as the blackened clouds roll in.

     I'm like an insect fighting against the storm,
     the pestilence the world abhors.
          But I only wish that the things I hold dear
          won't be crushed by what I hear.

               I'm like a fish swimming in the sea,
               surrounded by others within in reach.
                    Yet I'm drowning; I can't breathe.
                    Loneliness is drowning me.

And I can't distinguish between fantasy and reality;
I cannot find the line between what is wrong or right.

1 comment:

  1. Hey girl,
    I've just begun reading your blog and I would like to tell you that you're very inspiring. I can relate to almost everything you've posted from what I've read so far(still in 2010's). I hope you're doing well and I wish you the best. Please don't quit, I enjoy your posts.