Dying Under The Clouds

Padfoot.
Feb 7, 2024

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Where did the love I threw away yet couldn’t replace come from?

Am I enough?

Do I deserve your risk?

Loneliness and silence

My head is filled with voices

Someone whispered, I was tricked

I refused, to always love you

But isn’t that a lie?

Bitter, and poignant, I swallow it like medicine

The rain that slowly subsided now leaves a cloudy sky

Under the dark clouds, I vowed to stand up, after completely sticking my body to the muddy ground

I kneel to plead

Can I stop?

I’m dying under the overcast clouds that I thought would brighten

Gnawed, eaten away

My body is not remaining

To love, to be irreplaceable

I have nothing left

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Padfoot.
Padfoot.

Written by Padfoot.

Questioning the purpose of living– not getting the answer yet.

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