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Observing

Observing

I find myself in situations where I’m just observing,
Observing people and time as time is moving
I keep looking into the past
Then next thing I know it’s two years later
The date keeps changing
And I’m still here
I know I say I’m done here
But I’ll miss the things I’m used to
What will I do when I’m out
“There”
A part of me will always be the same
I’ll always be “here”
Inside this anxiety
But plot twist
The anxiety is within me
It grasped a whole of my thoughts
Controlling my organs
Making my body a vessel for its
Insanity
Lord if there is one
Save me
From this god awful misery
Let me be
Protect me
Little time is left to decide
I’m caught on the dark side

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