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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RESPONSIBILITY

Still drowning looking for a life preserver that may never come.
I’m sinking down into my indebted guilt.
There seems to be a light at the end of the tunnel, but it’s not for me.
I suffocate in the darkness on my own fumes.

I’m sinking down. Into my indebted guilt
bricks crush the very thought of recovering.
I suffocate in the darkness on my own. Fuming
at the fumes that accelerates my hate.

Bricks crush the very thought of recovery.
There has to be a way to resolve
the fumes that accelerates my hatred
for all the crap that now takes ownership of me.

Still drowning. Looking for a life preserver that will never come.
There hasn’t been a way to resolve.
There seems to be a light at the end of the tunnel. It’s not for me.
all my crap now takes ownership of me.

©Alissa Vreeland, 2017.