I miss dreamingA Poem by Naroan...nihilism sucks.To cry tears... if only to feel for a moment's sake Eyes red, dry and without a goodnight's close. I stare at the words in front of me, They begin to blur into abyss. Is this me, words without meaning, My relevance slowly recedes. One of these days I shall collapse inwards, And no one will catch my fall. I don't think I want them to, Do I take pleasure in my downfall? I envy those around me everyday, But I feel I'm a different creature. I'm incapable of these actions, these strings that bind us. Perhaps I'm made special after all, The eternal observer I call thee. My total sum laid upon pages unseen, An unappreciated epitome of lonesome. The leaves shall continue blowing in the wind, Long after my absence of this place. I used to fear the unknown nature of the Reaper, He lends his hand out to me and my mind. He opens the door and there is only darkness, Its empty... yet so very beautiful. A place where the mind is at such ease, No hate. No fear. Nothing. Sleep.
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