Young boy stranded on your own now.
Frustration consumes you.
Crowded rooms and ringing phones.
You've been left with the unknown possibilities.
You've been drowned by influences and opinions that have become your own.
You shine with potential and brilliance.
You've been tormented with the sorrow of his ignorance.
You've iced yourself away to hide your warmth.
Your words sting your own tongue.
You've been killed one hundred times in counting,
still breathing fresh life.
You're still healing.
Your hope has gone to pieces.
Please tell me what I'm here for.
The distance in your words have no limits.
I've seen you broken and not yet shattered.
Why do you accept the scorn of your disposition?
You're just a breath away from what's just beyond your grasp.
What will it take for realization of what you're pushing away?
Your future is so bright, dear.
Yours for the taking.
You've demanded yourself into this cynical prospective.
I wish so desperately to bring you from that.
-Bailey Olivia Rhodes.
2 comments:
Very....good.
you're an amazing writer.
this choked me up.
it's about me though.
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