EDIT: Wowza! Well, thanks to everyone who read and enjoyed the poem! It...it uh, took off a liiiiitle more than I thought it would. O.O
Huzzah for my beautiful watchers who launched me onto the hot page for literature!
Hugs for everyone!
Y'all always make me feel fuzzy ^.~
Have you ever wanted to just scream?
No reason really, but to just shout aloud against the whole wide world?
Declare your defiance, fight against the impossible but at least go down trying?
At least know you did something!
It never really helps.
No, instead...we simply feel cut off. Like we are falling away and no matter how hard we try to grab, it just keeps drifting away...
I pray I never lose sight of the things I've lost over the years just so that someday...someday I will remember everything I have given up and lost and know there was a purpose. Some reason. Something to justify why I did what I had to do.
But until that day, I will fall. Fall through the skies and the stars and feel....adrift.
May you never experience the hollow heart of a drifting soul.
Edit: This isn't for just some single reason. This isn't just brought up due to some recent problem or something silly. Its a culmination of events and experiences and lifetimes of loss. So don't you sit there and worry about me, dear Watchers! I just felt like...talking aloud for a change.
The credit goes to the, as always, astounding ~RubenFer
Your work is beautiful, haunting, and inspiring. Keep it up, mate!
And...maybe for once, the thumbnail will work?
(Goram technical bugs!)