
I need another sad story to distract me from my own
A different broken dream, Someone else's stolen throne
I need another mouth to fill my thoughts with some thing else
Along the walls of my heart I need to fill the empty shelves
I want to run away, I want another name
If only I wasn't so attached to life I'd have another name
I want to sleep longer, to avoid this bleak existence
I feel spite within me fueling this persistence
But,
I have dreams not fulfilled yet
And the urge to push for more
I have a love that last a lifetime
And I'd give anything for a lifetime more
Blessings sometimes drive the darkness away
And even if they don't
I can say I lived another day
Even when the darkness says I won't.
About the Creator
Phaedra
I enjoy writing creative stories and poetry.



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