Desperate Attempts

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Photo by Kent Wicklander

A train of thought as it rushes past you doesn't stop without the high powered screech of the wheels upon the railing.

It had stopped in its tracks. My thoughts, as they grooved out pathways in my skull and crashed into fragments of reality.

I looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes sallow and worn. This is my reality. I carve ions of energy out of me until the lacquer runs out.

I stood at the mirrored mountain top and slid my hand up the glass searching for a hand to hold. Instead I grasped my cheek and pulled my skin down. 

I just wanted to feel okay.

After desperate attempts to hold onto this illusion of myself I slid down the glass with a solid squeak.

At the bottom I looked back at the real me. A perfectly broken and fragile soul desperate to be somebody.

Horrified at the thought of not being seen.

Submitted: August 07, 2021

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Criss Sole

Great imagery!
I felt this really spoke to me and i could relate on some level.
Very well written.

Mon, August 16th, 2021 6:21am


Aw thank you so much Criss!! I really appreciate you reading and I'm so glad you liked it

Thu, August 26th, 2021 3:11pm


A wonderful poem Roxanne
- Good luck for your future writings =D

Mon, August 16th, 2021 4:35pm

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