Swept away and stumble forward,
unsteady stance.
Subtle anticipation,
advances made with a single glance.
I'm an outlaw,
a passerby,
and suddenly flooded with despondence,
a vehemence,
and I can't look back, for that would be vacuous.
So I numb the pain,
then stumble again into selfish gain,
with my hands on the adornment around my neck,
simply leftovers from an illusion that once was mine.
I sigh from my delusional state,
keeping my head on my sleeve,
and my heart at a gate.
The shallowness I beam is what I'm owning,
the detachment of who I was,
and who I am,
is growing,
and I'm torn,
from what was always right,
doing now what I felt was always wrong,
but the burning,
the throbbing,
robs me,
and I am left with nothing,
except some blue skies,
a fist full of four leaf clovers,
and fevered longings that won't ever be mine.
So I refine my thinking,
stand up and step forward,
determined to not look back,
then you glance,
and I am swept away and stumble forward,
unsteady stance.
About the Creator
Hailey R.
Hello! My name is Hailey. I am a writer and published author! I am working on my second book but you can check out my first book, here: http://www.lulu.com/us/en/shop/hailey-riely/atelophobia/paperback/product-22341350.html
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