Solitude

Solitude
A non-rhyming poem by Victoria

Silence
Surrounding the plague of my mind
How many times have I done this to myself?
I wonder, I think
But there's still confusion
Burning, I'm so used to seeing
And yet still, it hurts to be
Who I am.

Swallow
I drink of my own bitterness
The cold remembrance of my existence
I try to feel
But there's still emptiness
Drowning, but I'm not fighting
And yet, still, it hurts...

I feel solitude
Even when surrounded in faces
Solitude
How long have I been sleeping?
How long have I been bleeding?
Am I dreaming?
Solitude
Without my wings I feel so small
Solitude.