Left For Paradise
- Tabatha Jenkins
- Mar 13, 2017
- 1 min read
These silent little sounds,
Little tears hitting the floor,
Broken wishes dwelling inside,
Echoing for miles,
Give me the message
That I just can't avoid.
No matter how ignorant I try to be,
This time it's pried my eyes open,
And blared the truth with neon lights.
Lights that show how dark all around is.
Show the shadows I've been living with.
They've lurked on my shoulders,
Whispering magic words in my ears.
Letting me believe in something impossible.
That I haven't pushed everyone away.
As I walk past the signs,
That now seem so visible,
I feel a weight off my shoulders.
For so long I had been falling,
For so long I had been knowing
In the back of my mind
That something wasn't right.
I have nothing left,
And it took everything to make me see it.
The cruel wilting of the wall
I had built around me
Shows that no one is left waiting for me.
They've all left for paradise.
