But A Feeling

Wednesday, October 13

By Lane Bashline

I am Betrothed to my sadness

I sink my body, heavily into its cold embrace.

I eloquently ask to be released but the claws sink deeper into my insecurities

the loneliness clings to my body as I fall deeper and deeper in the loneliest of despairs

I wish to be brave but alas it is an illusion, that drapes across my field of vision

If hope is a thing with wings then why can't I fly away

soaring through the world with a certain elegance


I enjoy being alone 

it feels poetic 

but can my fate include poetry

if I choose to let the world in

to love others


Is it because of you that I wish to be alone?


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