 | There it stands,
alone
Hunched over in pain.
Silent,
Leaves skimming the surface of the murky lake,
touching
The suface, but never submerging enough to
understand
What lies below the
static
surface.
Dark,
Secrets, hiding behind dusty leaves.
Untouched
Unnoticed
For so long, it
hurts.
Invisible,
It's only contact, with the cold,
dark
waters.
Longing to sumerge deeper,
yet,
afraid,
of what dark dank weeds lie
beneath,
waiting
to lure and ensnare
entangle,
Winding around my heart,
Drowing me in the warm coldness of water,
Suffocating, dying to be reborn
or just dying.
Choking,
struggling,
panicking,
dying,
trying to break the surface,
return to solitude,
rise up out of the murky depths,
to the bleary gaze of sunlight.
Weeds wrapped around my heart,
Pulling me downwards to the nothingness I longed for.
My heart a prisoner,
Me, enslaved.
Never to return to silent solitude,
Yet, never to be free.
Written by IIIIIvicIIIIII
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