The World and Me

A moment hasn’t passed that I haven’t thought of you
How is it the world can still be moving.
I sit here broken in two.

Those who are happy and carefree, if only they saw my point of view,
A dark cloud is looming.
A moment hasn’t passed that I haven’t thought of you.

I am isolated in a bubble stuck with glue,
While everyone can move freely, mingling
I sit here broken in two.

My tears, memories, and existence. All tainted with blue.
Those on the outside have a different viewing.
A moment hasn’t passed that I haven’t thought of you.

There’s no button that can undo
the pain and misery I am ensuing.
I sit here broken in two.

The world keeps on moving through
me unmoving.
A moment hasn’t passed that I haven’t thought of you.
I sit here broken in two.

©Alissa Vreeland, 2017.

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Sedatephobia

Sedatephobia the fear of silence.

This silence is killing me,
its telling me everything that’s wrong with me.

This silence is burning me,
asking me questions I don’t want to know.

This silence is trapping me,
isolating me from reality.

This silence is freezing me,
numbing me side my core.

This silence is beating me,
heart is racing I’m about to explode.

This silence is suffocating me,
gasping for air to breathe

This silence is muting me,
words and sounds escape me.

This silence is me

©Alissa Vreeland, 2017.