turned away
abandoned
forgotten about, and buried
with intention
I never needed...to be special
never needed, to stand out from the rest
but I'm proving to be
so special...yes, it's true
I am invisible
unseen, unheard, unloved
disrespect
minimize
trivialize
once queen of her own life
now a slave, in someone else's reality
I am just not right...for this world
my happiness denied
the more I try...god...the more I try...
I'm tired of battling this demon for my soul
clutching and clawing
toll after toll after toll
bleed me dry, decades of decaying
until I've reached this moment...ALONE...this moment in
My Time
of absolute and pure sadness
loneliness
confusion
wondering...
Is this...twilight zone flipping logic,
all in the name of my isolation?
just need one companion
So I Won't Quit
No giving in, though I know
the more I pursue, the more I spar...
the more punches and blows are thrown my way
Reigns over my identity
but i won't back down,
so on the day that I die
it will not matter
in my head are these devils,
winning all the time...
with their insidious truths, lies, and manipulations
How could I possibly defend?
when all in the end...
i am nothing if not inconsequential.
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Living Dead Girl (
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Comments2
You may have felt invisible and unseen before, but your eloquence makes you shine brightly, and your courage makes you command our attention. You have managed to cover in one little compact poem nearly all the existential anxieties we all share, fear, suffer from, and lie awake staring in the face. To me, by transmogrifying them into words and phrases and lines, you have eviscerated them, like malevolent insects you have stunned them and pinned them to the paper, rendering them objects to be examined, powerless and even dissected, small and petty and not as scary as they seemed when they were buzzing about our heads unexpectedly, or stinging us or scaring our children. The little devils seem to have lost this battle with your pen! Inconsequential? Not from what I read here.
PS "i am nothing if not inconsequential" is insightfully witty. I will remember that line!
Thank you so much, I appreciate your thoughts very much!
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