Thursday, March 25, 2010

Jaded Seclusion

As the day winds down my energy dwindles while my imagination is only beginning to awaken.
Go through my routine its so easy to shut it all out of my head.
My body pulses with pain created by my jaded mind.
I want to let them into my heart and share myself,
Could they pay mind to my guts spilling on the floor.
Everything I am staining their shallow conscious.
In the morning will they remember what I said.
It meant so much to me, what does it mean to them?
The care I have is especially shown by how much I expand my soul to another person.
My heart hurts each time I am told I don't show enough.
Would you even fucking notice?
Would you feel each word as it escapes into the air?

1 comment:

  1. Fantastic, posted at my favourite time of day as well. I love it! Keep up the fantastic writing :)