Words

I can hear all the voices
They drape me in a coat of false excitement
And rising fear I cannot explain
I don’t focus,
Just listen
Everyone’s life goes on around me
But mine is held still
Trapped in a cage of my own fake insanity
And others stupidity
Sometimes the bars are so thick, I even fool myself
But there are moments
Moments when they are scarcely there,
And everything seems okay
If only for a few dashing seconds

The wind carries their spirits to me
On a delicate bed of stars and rippling water
My soul gently vibrates the gift of a whistling bird
And bleeds the mercy that I have given
My scars never to heal,
Because the wounds are always fresh

People walk past the spot where I sit
They glance my way,
But only fleetingly
And for that I am grateful
I sit in a bubble
Safe from others only until the translucent
Walls are fractured
The thin barrier reflects what goes on around me
But no one comes in

I feel strange
Part of me seems invisible
Yet I feel that everyone is watching me
A deep paranoia,
And a startling truth
Blood drips from my pen
Reliving the marks that society has left

The remnants of tears
Are still on my cheeks
Dried from the unwanted part of my mind
The voices of my heart
Thumping meaninglessly,
As I hear people speaking words that I would never utter
And my eyes feel like shards of the sky
Dissecting even the most
Complex of minds
My soul freely trapped
On a roller coaster of love and hate,
Stuck on tremble
I am an endangered species
Where the hunter is words,
And so is the savior

by Haylo
posted on 08/11/2009