The dusk of dawn,
of this silent woe I can feel in-between you and I
there is a feeling I cannot describe
with any words I know of.
It must be soon that you leave, go and never
be seen again.
Is it today, tomorrow, or next week?
I wonder why and where you go,
whilst I sit and wait in my bubble of existance.
I sometimes think there is no me without you
and you don’t ever think the same.
I look sometimes out the window at the trees,
at them swaying, free.
I am free but I don’t feel it
My wings have been clipped, but I am the one
left holding the pieces preventing full flight.
going out there,
I fear and forbid myself.
the people walking, bumping and not caring
about other people in their way frightens me.
I try to live, but I’m scared.