Lost Art
A thick fog surrounds me.
It wraps around my body
and squeezes tightly
until my life exits from me,
just like a snake.
I am all wrong.
The clouds are full,
but no rain falls.
I've never felt so trapped in my life.
There is no peace,
laughter or poetry.
Something is missing.
My heart is broken,
my friends have left
for no reason at all.
There are no words
to describe my heartache
and the music is gone,
so I cannot meditate.
I am so frustrated.
Are these the dues
I should be paying?
There is no peace,
Laughter or poetry.
My spirit has left
and I can't control my tears.
I've been fighting my whole life,
now I realize
the end is here.
I am cold, but too numb to shiver.
Everything is looking the same,
people keep following trends.
I'll be as odd as I need to be,
I don't care. I'm not like them.
I will not lose myself
in all of their lies.
That is not what I came for
I'm too full of pride.
There is no truth,
no song,
no laughter
or poetry.
I do not belong here.
You've taken away the things
that matter the most to me.
It's about time you hold onto me.
Embrace, love and accept me
because you won't win.
I'm the truth,
I live for laughter
I create poetry.
There is no trauma once the rain falls down on me.