the warm sunlight on my skin
the comfortable burn
I pose.
the whiter skin seeking the sun
rolls peaking under the shirt
cliff and hills leave shadows on my thigh
raising head to prevent any other chin
I contort, suck in, hold
I pose.
I pose for you.
The blind.
here I am yet you don't see
and you never will
I can only suck so much
No tears of mine achieve
the ugly brain now lost in the crowd
I am not special.
not pretty, not smart, not anything
why would I attract the blind man
past the body, the mind just as vile and vice
craving love so much it repels
never to be touched
the independency once accepted proudly
now heavily suffocates
I am not the main character
I am the fool.
scenarios in my head keep life interesting
but that's it
just a scenario
when is the side character killed off
in life never, they just stay
suffering day by day
the comic relief at their pain
it's not yours
it's the nameless background extra 301
just like them, it is my turn to fade into the background
blind black nothing,
my meaning
just keep quiet
there's no addition to your words
you can't change anything
you aren't mysterious
not unique
stop acting all pretentious
you aren't even named in this story of life
live onwards towards nothing
let the track run with me numbly behind
it is out of your hands
enjoy the scenery
background you are, invisible you return to.
- Author: kira (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 17th, 2021 14:40
- Category: Sad
- Views: 12
Comments1
I love and relate to this. Just remember, if you can't be a main character now, make your own story.
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