NOWHERE...

jaimeleigh

I don't come here to often no more...

I keep wondering & wanting to come a shore...

But don't quite know what for...?

I'm getting use to being lonely, talking to myself once more...

Everybody else has closed there front doors...

So why keep knocking when everywhere is locking, knocking, blocking me out...

I wish someone would hear me out...

I really am standing all alone...

It's not ok but I'll whether, whatever the weather...

No place to call home...

Now can you see that's why I don't come by so often no more...

Its no place to be if your a lost soul like me...

I belong on my boat... drifting to places only I can go...

There are no places in the sea, you know...

There's no place on the shore either for me... 

So I drift alone in the deep blue sea...  Floating, just floating that's little old me... 

There's no place I wish to be So nowhere that's where you'll find me... 

  • Author: JaimeLeigh m=Mead (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 25th, 2021 22:43
  • Category: Reflection
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  • L. B. Mek

    'Its no place to be if your a lost soul like me...'
    sadly, wherever you go in life
    there will always be those, who
    pathetically, convince themselves
    it's their life's ambition, to antagonise and thwart
    your search for independence
    your need to prevail over the nihilistic dreary
    your want to shed and live your life, free
    of other's judgement...
    but, what you must realise is
    if those people, find their joy in life
    in trying to keep you down, its because
    their using you, to keep their pathetic existence afloat
    that's how much lower their warped sense of self is..
    so no, I won't say 'ignore them' or anything like that
    I'll just ask you to realise the fact
    that their actions are a symbol of their desperation
    and jealousy
    for you have, what they lack the most
    a sense of self
    a sense of purpose
    an understanding, of the Poetry: in life..
    (stay strong, allow yourself
    to knock on a few doors
    you'll never know, what's fated - just for you
    if, you allow them
    to scare you away, from what the universe aligned
    with that, you treasure most in your defiantly
    pulsating heart!)
    thanks for choosing to share

    • jaimeleigh

      Thank you so much. Your words are very open & true. x



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