In The End

Living Dead Girl

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.

 

                 

  • Author: Living Dead Girl (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 11th, 2020 22:04
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • jarcher54

    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.

  • jarcher54

    PS "i am nothing if not inconsequential" is insightfully witty. I will remember that line!

    • Living Dead Girl

      Thank you so much, I appreciate your thoughts very much!



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