Spiralling Down

It's about living alone, being stuck inside, unable or unwilling to venture outside. It's also about not taking risks and closing yourself off to the world

Another late morning rise but I shouldn't complain

Even if the absence of some sorta life is rotting my brain

My skin hasn't felt the sun in months

My eyes have only beheld these white walls

Flickering between the T.V. and the window

 

I'm caught in a bubble

Only the flowers bring air to me now

These brighter days belong to better people

I'm only spiralling down

 

Another afternoon spent staring at the rain

I'm ageing faster than the world, with only myself to blame

My lips haven't kissed hers in years 

If only to validate my dreams and my fears

Do I have even the strength to stand 

 

I'm caught in a bubble 

Only the flowers bring air to me now

These brighter days belong to better people 

I'm only spiralling down

 

With the only the voices I contrive to talk to

I think I'll join the ghosts and spectres soon

If only to shake off this addiction for you

If only to break the chains I made for you

 

I'm caught in a bubble 

Only the flowers bring air to me now 

These brighter days belong to better people 

I'm only spiralling down

Forever falling down

The End

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