How to disappear.
Need to fix my perspective.
Washing my soul clean.
This is my frontier.
And this is my directive.
Existing half seen
My task is unclear,
But I won't be deflective.
Stuck here in between.
Struggling for years.
Yearning for a perspective.
Vanishing foreseen.
Do I exist here?
Am I just irrespective?
Will I not still bleed?
Now I only sneer
As I thank the corrective
And remain unseen
About the Creator
Colt Henderson
I usually write horror.
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What is happening? Now I am really confused. What can I do now? I failed to notice you slipping, Not knowing you were falling. I would have helped but I was tripping, And now I am crawling. You raised me to be strong, And you tried to teach me compassion. Now I feel wrong, And empty of all passion. I hate to see you this way, And wish I could change it, But this is how you will stay And all I can do is accept it. You were my rock, But that has changed. All we do now is watch the clock, And that feels strange. I miss my mother. Do you miss your son? You are better than every other, And our journey isn't done.
By Colt Henderson6 months ago in Poets
Comments (4)
This is so raw, emotional and evokes so much feeling when you read it. You did a fantastic job. Excellent work.
Oooo, this certainly was profound. Loved your set of Haikus!
Nice job here! Haiku is a lovely challenge and you did great 😊❤️
This is like spiritual cleansing 😊