Uninhabited Eyes
It’s hard to feel like a waste
When you don’t see anyone else,
When all you find in the mirror is just you,
Just you, just your face,
Your nothingness, your loss,
Your body, your disgrace.
There’s nothing to hold onto
Each moment I feel ashamed,
For you have battled hard,
But I have fought in vain,
All I gave is endless pain.
With your weapons,
Your armour,
Your power,
Your safety
I still feel so lost, it’s awful,
you should hate me.
I never tell you it’s enough,
I never tell you of my love,
I got through all those moments,
But it’s those moments I’ve lived in the most.
No soul, no spirit, no speech no surrender,
Now breathing isn’t possible, when shame is all I remember.
No desire to survive,
No rush for freedom,
No desperate plea, fear, or worry
No desire to be alive, no desire to get by.
No desire to hold steady,
No desire to cry.
No desire for safety, no desire to lie,
If letting go is so easy, then why haven’t I?
Whether it’s my past or my future,
Something must die.
———-
Ella Robson
hey Ella, I don’t know if this past and future outlook is from the standpoint of now or then, but if it is now (and even if it is then) I just want to hold out a hand of companionship in the lostness – which i find is often a rich if strange and painful place to be. Powerful poem. I love these lines from T.S. Eliot:
“I said to my soul, be still and wait without hope, for hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love, for love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, but the faith and the love are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.”
With love,
Someone 🙂
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Thank-you so much for your support, and understanding! I love T.S Eliot – thank-you for adding that it! 🙂 And waaahey to the ‘Someone’ 😀 xx
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