Alone I sit feeling empty as if someone has poured out my thoughts and emotions onto the cracked concrete. I am nothing but a fragile glass waiting for someone to break me. I envision myself a free bird soaring through the sky free from pain, free from fear, free from me. I'm lost in darkness alone and scared. A prisoner of my emotions. Can you see me? Am I loud enough to be heard? Have you forgotten me? Will I ever exist in your world? Or am I just a mere ghost waiting to be seen again? Fading away my inner child cries.
Invisible
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Tyheisha Jackson
35 years old lesbian in love with poetry.
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