Visitor

Dakota

   I am here for what feels like forever but in reality it’s minutes. 

I start to share my stories there is not one I have finished.
I have been gone for too long and still left unfulfilled. 

They look happy nothing is what it seems we’re all playing pretend with no idea what’s real.

Time moves way to fast way often no matter where I return I look in their eyes and feel how much was forgotten. 

Death comes to us all I look for her to ask how will I meet my maker when will I’ll sleep in my coffin. 

will I leave my mark would it even matter I blinked and suddenly time moves faster. 

Everyday I wake to my self disappointment the rest of the world shares this with me. 

My only problem is my mind though without it I’m weaker I do not seek love but the woman of my dreams is out there I fall asleep and seek her. 

Im trapped in my own mind but I wish to find my truth self this can’t be me 

I am the visitor but it’s funny because those I care for leave me. 

I cannot blame them if I could I would stray. 

People take from me for validation when surrounded its worse than  being alone I do not repeat myself there is nothing left to say.

Im only a visitor it would not be right to stay.

 

  • Author: Dakota (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 17th, 2022 21:59
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • L. B. Mek

    the problem with empowering, individualism
    via existentialism
    (knowingly or unknowingly)
    is that, there are no
    built-in, filters or stopper's..
    ergo
    one can find themselves, endlessly
    dwindling
    in unhealthy victimhood
    mindsets and thought patterns..
    it's like, a broken codding
    with no source access:
    'If, then
    when, then
    loop
    begin again...'
    it can be so all-consuming and overwhelmingly
    believable, a warping of our reality..
    and sadly
    until you excavate, from deep within
    and seek those distilled droplets of wisdom
    via introspection's, harsh truths
    or seek help
    from a compassionate, friend or professional..
    it is a such a hard cycle to break..
    but it can be done
    and it is being done, by someone
    near your postcode
    this very second..
    I wish you peace, dear poet
    may you find that path, to save yourself
    from: yourself..
    all the best!
    and thank you for bravely, choosing to share

    • Dakota

      Thank you for reading and the input.

    • Bobby O

      Stark recognition indicates the chance to capture seemingly unreachable bliss is still alive and thrives.

      • Dakota

        Thank mr. Bobby O truly.



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