I sit in the depths of disappointment
Hoping for curious and unsuspecting eyes
to look upon my words with understanding.
I shall show these eyes what I fear to speak about to the people closest to me.
The shadow of someone else’s anger covers my soul with fear.
I understand, but free will’s curse pulls me away to creative freedom.
And here,
I sit alone.
The echoes of violence from my past
tremor through my current situation and my existence
mirroring the silhouette of my imagination and memory.
Illusion spins through my soul, cluttering the mind already filled with self-doubt.
Now,
the search for salvation seems more important than salvation itself.
Striking the keyboard creates a peaceful rhythm
drowning out the memory of screaming voices the subconscious is dumping onto my ear drums.
I criticize myself for lack of better expression
and wonder if is just that most ears aren’t ready to listen.
I sit feeling helpless in an abyss of disappointment.
