I Miss It
written by: Chloe Gilholy
I miss it – the madness!
Who would have thought,
That I, so desperate to escape,
extreme hunger for sanity,
that doesn’t exist embraces
velvet insanity
I had goals – the boredom
I stopped the faucet and
and fixed the organs
nothing else
to moan about
nothing worth
fighting for
no justice to seek
no reason to weep
it sleeps in a corner
growing stronger
it will come to a point
where fighting
will be
futile
I have no fairytales to write
I’ve never had a happily ever after
of my own
All these words of mine
form tales of sin and treachery.
We always cause the ones we love
the most pain.
No matter how many times
I say I will be okay…
Sometimes… it’s hard to believe myself
I should be happy
but I’m not!
For what am I?
A lost doll with fragile tears…
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