ever evolving cave
By Kiraa
because every piece of me screams in utters, shivers in whispers and shutters in the silence of my own mind every piece of me is eaten alive by the parts of self I no longer wish to identify with every piece of me is swallowed whole until the only piece of me left is the one shaking in a shell of who I wished I would become
because I walked the line of adventure and responsibility, an ever evolving (so adaptable!) idea of the person I THOUGHT I was
a collection poems I thought I’d never send
choking, on my own morality I am trapped
inside of the cave in the cavities of my chest
I am made up into the tiny pieces I no longer wish to call home
I am called to be something so much greater than the pieces that I used to claim
My core aches and shudders at the words I say, the actions I take and the l i e s I ooze
because with every movement I either drift closer to the authentic self or the demented self and every piece of my soul screams WATCH OUT
Is this discernment or a false reality
Feel trapped and cold in the cavities of my heart
Envy is a black hole
Where do I belong
For more features, such as favoriting, recommending, and reviewing, please go to the full version of this story.