friday aug 29 2024
sitting here, run over by emotions
that feel neither mine nor unowned
i’m left with this bitter feeling inside
this gruelling creature that bubbles
wanting to escape
to break through
the pores of my skin
but my skin is too thick
he stays anchored like these boats in the harbour
as people pass that will remain anonymous
so too will this creature remained unnamed
untamed
for this sickening feeling
somehow also feels like home
the only thing i’ve known
in the distance planes land and take off
next week i’ll be on one similar
maybe bigger or smaller
surrounded by the same unrecognizable faces
taking us to a foreign land
only to find that i cannot escape who i am
someone who has sought validation
my entire life
only to be left empty
but at least i’ve now recognized
this cup will forever stay empty
if it is not filled with my own hands
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