The walls are getting higher
The light dimmer, darker
Efforts to reach out, quashed
Your thirst remains, unquenched
Your screams and wails now muffled!
Sunken into a timid sea of despair
Allowed yourself to turn into a slave
To the fear of a cold existence
Lacking in affection, dried up, bare
Killing what's left of sanity and self-esteem
You who once walked the world bravely
Over many chasms of narrow planks
Without fear, insecurity nor regrets
Confident in venturing off your comfort zone
With the love and faith of love ones, buoyed
Self-confidence, self-worth and even faith
They come in not one but innumerable forms
Degree of affection you perceive to receive
Creates in you a feeling of trust or fear
Ain't action speaks louder than voice?
Once lavished, affection poured..
A touch, a look, a voice tinged in none but love
A prince or a princess; you're wanted, worthy, loved!
The very bubble that you thought would last
The very forces that gave Zest in your life!
But when affection gradually is recoiled
When the heat turns into bitter cold
And merry voices flipped sided with eerie silence
Your desperate pleas falling constantly on deaf ears...
Fobbed off, ...what's left there is to hold on?
gtp2013
Comments (6)
Different people have different ways of reaching out...some holler up on a tree for everyone to notice or hear...others give inaudible sighs...and it's those folks we need to notice and listen to. I've lost a friend this way, I myself has been through this path...the only difference is my faith in God. It so easy to lose grip of reality when the load is more than one can take....and most people forget to realize that we are not all created equal... some can carry a huge load other's are not built to carry as much...
I'm glad you read it the way I wrote it Jesse...thank you once again...much appreciated..
The walls are getting higher The light dimmer, darker... Though I have yet to read the poem that inspired this write, Insignificant - inspired by "Bottom Line" shines its light into the darkness to give hope that, through connections, walls can be toppled. A touch, a look, a voice tinged in none but love has such great power. Thanks for sharing.
Fobbed off, ...what's left there is to hold on?
Very stark, though well written.