I have refused the words that wish to speak,
if simply because they seem so futile.
In this world where what I want most of all
shall never ever be mine.
My emotions do not seem so tied up anymore,
no longer bound within,
spreading across this skin that is mine
falling from these eyes that look so far.
Desperate to fill the void
I linger in obsessions that are pointless
chasing away the darkness of my own depression
with the light of endless media distractions.
I wonder if these tears will ever go away,
if they will continue to fall
even after I am gone
and far away from here.
© Johanna Fugitt 2017