• mzqjay 3w

    Empty Roads and Broken Tunnels

    I smell of cigarette smoke and depression.
    Lost in an invisible wall...stuck between a lost soul and broken spirit,
    instead of a rock and a hard place.
    How am I supposed to feel??
    What am I supposed to say??
    How am I supposed to act??
    When I am afraid to say words that mean something...

    I mean... It's crazy because the word misunderstood..
    Is a misunderstood word.
    Covered in an eternal blackness,
    It takes over and changes you...and you try to see the light...
    But there are no wounds for the light to enter.
    There is no escape...
    I lost to myself...I lost myself...I lost

    I see myself age...
    I see my body change...
    But it's like my mind remained the same...
    Well maybe not...
    But that phrase has been repeated and shoved in my face countless times...that...
    Now I don't know...if I am worthy of time.
    If I am worthy at all.

    I gave up once...
    I don't want to give up again...
    But I'm torn between "a lost soul and a broken spirit"
    And I don't know which way the light is...
    I don't which way my happiness is...
    I don't know my way.

    ©Abeje Maxwell