Submissions by ayounglostsoul

The fatigue has hit
The world becomes static
Fuzzy

My head rings
Not loudly
Softly
For it is too tired otherwise

I dont think
My eyes droop
My head is empty
Unable to conjure thought
Let alone image or experience

Fingers move
Unconsciously
Uncontrollably
But in a seemingly controlled dance
Is this the voice of my subconscious?
Or does that question mean I’m conscious

I still self police
I just thought “I hope that makes sense”
Who cares
Sanity is just a...

There’s something so poignant about the London sun
But I cant seem to pinpoint it
Perhaps its the rarity of the sudden basking of a normally sodden city
It makes me feel like a freshly hatched chick

Perhaps its also how the sun crawls into the crevices within and between buildings
Illuminating the beauty of the iron red brick
Shining a spotlight on the artefacts i seem to forget about time and time again

London sun turns sodden fields into picnic grounds
London sun bustles the empty streets
London sun turns blank faces into...

Why do I always do this to myself
Why do I always try and fix people who are broken
When I am still broken myself

Why cant I stand up for myself
Even after being trampled on day in and day out
Have I lost control of my feet?

When in drought why do I water my garden
Instead of quenching my thirst
my flowers and crops get stepped on anyway

When will I not be destined for doom
Even when I try to lead myself to the light
Gloomy darkness always comes

It was 5 minutes of your life
But it cost me more than 5 years of mine

A twisted pleasure in your mind
And then you took away what was mine

I was a little girl with a big heart
Then you tore my innocence apart

I see you go about your day
While im paralysed like clay

I see you go about your life
I see that now you’ve got a wife

I wonder what she would think
If she saw this written in ink