Poem - 21 July 2017, 04:35

Lost Connection..

Here I sit awake,
in the crisp aroma of desolation & heartache ,
surrounded by an air of melancholy, suffocating in my own dejection.
injecting myself with neglect for protection.
Hanging the scars on my body like some kind of art collection,
In a gallery consisting only of dissection & imperfections.
No longer happy with my reflection,
so I lock myself in this cage roaring with rejection.

Like 8 Pin it 1

Support CosmoFunnel.com

You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.

Views:

510

Rating:

Tags:

Poetry Genre:

Freestyle Tragedy

Topic:

Misery

Listed in:

Contest Entries

4 comments

Comments

Arabas Perception21 July 2017, 04:55

This is amazing Nicky! I really hope you get nominated❗❗

Nicky Mars21 July 2017, 05:57

Thanks doll,, sending blessings your way ??

Cassandra Neves02 August 2017, 07:42

"No longer happy with my reflection,
so I lock myself in this cage roaring with rejection."

I remembered when I used to feel like this and the amount of time that took me to get better. This really spoke to me, reading it was like a mixture of feelings of pain and happiness as that part of me is in the past. Really like it. You have my vote. ?

Nicky Mars04 December 2017, 22:36

Glad you can relate & happy you were able to overcome your pain, thankyou ?