Consumed
We get stuck in the lining of these patterns-
soaked in our comforts,
and we find it hard to stray-
for all we have absorbed
makes it hard to walk away.
and how do we escape it-
when so long we lived this way?
and honestly it seems easier to stay,
it's comforting to wake to the same face everyday.
But days go on-
and soon what you thought had been desire
is now long gone,
and though you meant to love him,
there's no longer a bond;
its like you piss each other off,
just to see how they'll respond-
and it's all so wrong.
There are some, whom will never leave,
some whom actually convince themselves-
that a better love they will receive;
whom are entirely consumed-
by the fears they conjure for themselves;
making it seemingly impossible to move-
hidden in the thoughts you can't dispel.
Unwritten stories would impel-
For them-to cast to him-a farewell ;
Move forward despite the fear-
Even if it feels like hell.
Know that I'm here;
know that there was not a single second-
in which my path, was free of fear,
and the destination far from near-
but to my fear I did not adhere.
Copyright © Carly Larkin | Year Posted 2014
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