Up Above
On this cliff I stand alone
I made it through this sieve, so much I`ve grown
Admiring the world out there
How I wish that life sometimes were fair
There`ve been so many days of void
When I was there for you only to exploit
Days empty and deprived of colour
My life is hollow, gone is all my valour
Short-lived were my times of glory
What they chose to do was then ignore me
When I was drowning in much greater depth
Unable to take one single breath
Staring at me they were above me
They were so caring, so lovely
It felt my life was taken then
If I would do it once again
My efforts would be futile, all in vain
Anyways I'd feel my old disdain
And hate, and hurt, and shame
Content? - That no longer I could feign
Ingrained into my bones, my being
A part of me that would decide what I’d be seeing
It would discolour me and them
It’d make me dizzy and insane
Inevitably all my blood, my fluids it would drain
Bring about my old, well-known desired pain
I would end up dry as prune
I will perish devoured by my wounds
I was in pieces, incorrectly put together
Before that I was scattered by the stormy weather
Forever some of them are gone
I did my best, but I’m still torn
And yes, I stand here watching on the cliff
I made it all that way through the worst sieve
I am invisible, transparent and so thin
There's nothing that would harm me now - I win!
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