Frozen
Frozen....
Deep in thought,
cringing at the idea of fighting....
laying motionless....
on the ground,
placing the blanket of impropriety over you.
With no words to say,
and no feelings to be felt....
you lay there, with a lost look in your eyes....
Your every word makes no sense to anyone,
but in your mind,
you, yourself, make no sense to anyone.
Your bones scrape against each other,
blood running warm one second,
and cold the next....
your thoughts remain frozen.
You cry tears....
drown yourself in them,
only to turn around and ask....
"what am I crying for?"
You freeze when spoken to,
you shut down....
you tune out the world,
you ignore the positive,
and consume the negative,
like some strong alcoholic drink at a bar....
you think you'll go far,
but you know this life is hard....
this walk....
is hard....
so you remain frozen.
Shut the door on those around you,
writing people off....
expecting them to still be there,
when you wise up and realize,
I am not what I think I am....
I am not a hero,
I am not a warrior,
I am nothing more....
than a waste of space....
a waste of time....
a waste of energy.
You could turn it all around,
get your feet back on the ground,
but you refuse to make a sound....
you're frozen....
stiff in silence....
looking around you,
wondering why death itself hasn't found you.
Wondering why promises are so hard....
for you to keep....
laying there late at night....
wondering why you can't sleep....
Laying there motionless....
asking yourself....
"Will it ever get better for me...."
"Or am I doomed to spend the rest of my life this way?"
Frozen.
Copyright © Ian Milligan | Year Posted 2019
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