Endless thoughts churning through my head that never seem to be appeased, Like the angry waters of so many relentless seas. Full of opinions and emotion, Yet I feel empty, lost and sinking in my deep and utter devotion. These illusions I have created, as bleak as they may seem, Lift me from reality and drop me in someone else's dream. Still constantly followed by a dense and suffocating fog, Like a prisoner struggling to find my own softly spoken dialog. I find myself trying to break free, I want the world, no I want ME to see me. Instead I stay confined, confined to the lifeless existence, It is so hard, so insufferably hard, struggling against all of this resistance. And so I ask, What is the purpose of this life that I claim? Yet no answer comes so it is here that I must remain.Birth sign: Pisces
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