A gust, a breath

Life's abandoning draft

Hollow corridors

Stony

Drained

Freezing

Hearts pumping, pause

Dwell in fear

Desolate souls afraid

Frigid

Deadened

Silent

A whispering wind

Warns of decease

Void eyes cavernous ears

Discern

Perceive

So heed

I Wish I Had The Moves To Sweep You Off Your Feet

you say come all ye weary, and when I can't walk to you on my own, you run and you find me. how do you love me?

Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for.
~ Epicurus

It is not the voice that commands the story: it is the ear.
~ Italo Calvino

ONE©

By Mical Edstrom

I am one of the girls
Who needs to be strong
Even as he hits me
And says its my fault


I am one of the marred
Who will never be beautiful
I hate myself each second
And as I’m leaning over the bowl


I am one of the fake
A dancing facade of happiness
Longing to be pieced back together
To no longer subsist in hopelessness

I am one of the broken
Drowning in my fear
Consumed by the oppressive monster
Whispering in my ear

I am one of the wretched
Lonely and misunderstood
Crying out to the echoing ocean
Desolation’s flood


I am one of the loathsome
Wanting of grace
Awkward and impossible
Merely an ugly face

I am one of the swindled
My obsession is their lies
I’ve devoured their propaganda
The demise if my life


I am one of the desperate
Lost and unconvinced
Their spiteful insults loop in my head
I shall die in this hideous skin



I am one of the naïve
My eyes follow you walking away
You relish the stunning, the faultless
I’ll never attain the love I crave



I am one of the defective
Never shall I know your approval
So I waste away into petals of sorrow
My love forgone, I’ve lost all hope



I am one of the feeble
I’ve whimpered and cowered
I’ve silently begged for your love
But my prayers die unuttered



I am one of the shattered
Never to be redeemed
I’m lost in the feral illusion
Just one of the innumerable host unseen