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Poetry
We Live in a blank space
Silence,
Our hearts barely disturb the silence
An echo of our former selves
We are overrun with being adults
We run at each other because our minds suffer so much violence
We live in the blank spaces between who we could only hope to be
and the person trapped in a cage underwater fighting for another breath
I’ve run out of tears, perhaps I’ve even run out of who I am
I don’t think I can honestly admit that I am, me.
If I’m held at gun point, I might just reach out and pull the trigger myself
I’ve been told this is living but it feels more like being forced to die
We sit in the shadows of where we used to be and long for the days
Where we envisioned ourselves in this very same space in a different way
Silence,
Our words barely uttered, send shivers
down our own spines
We are not who we used to be
We are the abandoned house with broken shutters
I’m not completely sure how to attempt to resuscitate our bodies
It seems easier to just stand…