jonwhiteeagle
Stilts hold my soul up, nearly always to falling down
I wonder if others have as much trouble
Wobbling, pacing around painted clowns
I feel like the world has trapped me under rubble
Crushing my soul, and the stilts that support me
patiently waiting till the day i'm free
of these stilts,
they are all that i've known, flung around life like
like a never-ending circus,
sometimes, sometimes, sometimes i feel worthless.
he adorned all the quiet places inside of me,
quietly whispering memories false,
for I never knew he would forsake me,
until i realized he was all that I had,
and all that I lost.
He was everywhere, and nowhere, adorned in me.