Feel
I want to feel whole again,
Feel the rush of the tumultuous sea
Beneath my feet.
Feel the boom of the fireworks,
Oh how they explode in the sky above.
How often do we really feel though.
As the wise ones say,
We merely exist,
One day to another.
To pursue all things trivial.
There are days like this,
When I do not see myself anymore.
When all I see is merely a cover,
Hollow and empty.
Comments
Post a Comment