just a lonely girl

i sit up in my tower

looking over a mountain of ants

a season of change

a week, a month, a life time

a still battle creeping inside my mind

my boat sinks

and noone seems to care

i float away like most lost souls

no desire to live on this way

days pass people complain

where is the root of this insane game?

can anyone feel my need for vital rebirth?

sitting here alone in a tower

awaiting a change for a wonderous way

strapped up in silence, part of a box we all know so well

inside a plafull child would love too play

outside a garden of weeds

weeds cover my body as i lash out to breath

sitting up here i wonder what was the purpose

someone please im begging release me

The End

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