Unsealed Letters

     I thought I was okay. Turns out I make many same mistakes I curse. In that, I've only ignored what looms. I've been cast aside like the dust my body should be by now. Forgotten, or maybe at the least, a mere dreadful memory. The world will turn and I will sit, stuck. No reason for moving forward just endless haze. Yet, I stay, because burning inside me, the only thing in me alive, hope stays. Pesky human attribute hope and determination. Not even for something in particular. It lay dormant and effective. 


     My fingers littered with lacerations and my tongue cut, only so more to go. If only I had the strength to seal those letters. 


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