I am a statue of inevitable humiliation and disgrace for I'm not what I'm supposed to be. I'm in a forest of uncertainty because no one is there for me to reflect myself upon. I am a lost statue covered in lime and rust. I see signs around the forest telling me I should better myself so I'm able to shine like yesteryear. I've done all I can, but I cannot break free from the curse you have put on my mind, body and very essence of my being. With the remaining shred of hope, I try, but my efforts remain futile.
Why have you engulfed me in shadows when I all I wish to do is drape you in sunlight? I frantically search the aisles of my mind for a conclusion, but it is gone quickly like light from a crack of lightning throughout a midnight sky. I once thought of you as a saint sent from on high, but now I view you as a mere thief.
- You have stolen my tongue for I cannot speak.
- You have stolen my mind for I cannot think.
- You have stolen my heart for I cannot love.
I am a statue of failure.
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