The Land of the Desolated

June 22, 2023 in English Poetry

Reaching out my hand but they only meet the cold air,
A world full of people yet no one really cares.
I feel like I’m drowning in the ocean of misery
How did I get here? That is a big mystery.
Crying, shivering, and screaming at anyone who would listen.
It is hard to see through the tears that blur my vision.

The thoughts of “everyone hates you” and “give up” haunt me at night.
I know the darkness is engulfing all of my light.
The child in me is dead, the feeling of love is gone.
I am torn between rights and wrongs.

The days turn into nights, and then again the dawn appears.
Every day feels monotonous yet I am still here.
Minutes feel like hours and hours feel like days,
As I run like a lunatic looking for a way.