That fleets in
These words.
The loneliness
That hangs in
My thoughts.
The insecurity
I often talk
About and
The sadness
I always
Reflect has
Shades of
Missing you.
A feeling of
Being lost..
Always clung
To the past..
Perception of
Reality is lost,
My reflection in
The mirror
Has started
Wearing masks.
I have been
These words.
The loneliness
That hangs in
My thoughts.
The insecurity
I often talk
About and
The sadness
I always
Reflect has
Shades of
Missing you.
A feeling of
Being lost..
Always clung
To the past..
Perception of
Reality is lost,
My reflection in
The mirror
Has started
Wearing masks.
I have been
Waiting on the
Park bench
For years now.
Can you come
And meet me
This time?
This time?
The seed of
The apple I ate
Yesterday,
Is a tree now.