a world figuring out who I am

Confusion, loneliness, void, a lack of care

these are some of the symptoms of a soul

whose caretaker just can't figure out

if what he does is ever right

a feeling of retreat, a strangeness to relate,

is it to blame falling too hard or is it to blame

loving and caring too much,

wanting what can't be had

this soul, this person can only talk in riddles,

can only talk to himself

and even then with words that hide

his true self, I am, but I hate being

this is a first in a long time,

this is me talking because

I've got no ears to listen

few words have gone missing,

others just silenced my voice,

I move on, I have to keep moving forward,

I smile, I worry, I live, but I just survive

the silence of a speechless being,

who can't exist without her,

the one that already exists in my life,

is yet to be known

or will never come

 


From the mind of Cogliostro