Waves crashing.
Moon rising.
Fear and anxiety setting.
Reactive and susceptible.
On the verge of panic.
Trying to be pleasant
around the ones who you are
supposed to love endlessly,
is an effort unmatched.
Why can I not just enjoy their company?
The past creeps through my dreams.
I remember now, why I can’t enjoy
the things I used to...
The joys of being a child
were taken from me.
Being left alone was a dream
that seldom came.
Here I am,
pretending until life’s end.
The gulls soar
above open water.
As I go drowning
to the bottom
of the sea.
About the Creator
Brooke Jackson
“I don’t want smooth sailing; I want a rainstorm. ‘Ordinary’ is something we all should be running from” -s.r.w
I enjoy writing more than anything in this world. I love writing sad poetry or fictional stories! Thanks for looking!(:
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