Streets of Solitude
What can I breathe if oxygen rusts?
I went all in with faith, then went bust
An upset apple cart ~ personified
Tell me otherwise; let our worlds collide
I freeze, I fawn then I turn and run
Wanting far too much from a short burst of fun
I'm an educated guess, lost in the equation
Lose all my worth with my inherent abrasion
A Schrödinger jewel in the darkest vault
Priceless, except for an untraceable fault
The missing ingredient to a feel-good spell
Climbed into the pot to be cooked up as well
Just leave me alone whilst I rot to my core;
I'm sure I've survived decomposition before
These confines lock in the pain in my chest
Escape: the only way to find necessary rest
I start out and end up unable to breathe
Curse of never arriving and inability to leave
Repeatedly choking, cradling an inactive state
Tightened grip on throat as I bargain with fate
Streets of solitude become unnavigable doubt
Just as I'm close, I'm promptly snuffed out
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2024
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