Lingering on the Sideline
Having seen so much,
I have not lost my touch.
How am I able to connect with others
when I feel like I am such a bother?
So much abuse.
Yet, I am not much use.
So much misunderstanding.
Yet, they say I need a lot of handling.
So much criticism.
Yet, they do not see me banging against the walls of a suffocating prism.
I often ask, "How much more of this can I handle?"
Can I not stay sheltered under this mantle?
All I can do is linger.
All I can do is watch.
All I can do is listen.
How can any failure be risen?
Screaming.
Internally.
Crying.
Eternity.
Please.
"End" me.
I am afraid I have sunk too far
from the nearest wishing star.
-Snow that flutters down like feathers