So I wander through the days to search and grow lost And stumble through the fog of this indecisive frost And I wonder how many opportunities were obscured by this mist How many chances to prove to myself that I exist So I can’t see where I am and what I seek is not known All that is clear is that I seek it alone But I feel that somewhere something or someone is still mine And if I fumble in the darkness long enough I’ll be sent a sign But all the lights are just reflections and their voices are echoes Leading me in the circles I’d already chose And their faces are but pictures that litter my way When I reach out to take one they all blow away And the smell of decay comes from myself A corpse for each time I died to become someone else I’ll see a glimpse of another when the fog decides to part And silently beg them to come in and break my heart But they each just pass by and grace me with a smile Well one took my offer and went the extra mile So I’ll just continue to fall in love with everyone I meet And then go home alone to cry myself to sleep
Honestly, this is one of my favorites that I've read in the Writer's Cove. I'm not sure how personal it is to you or if it's one of your favorite pieces you've done, but I related to it on many levels. Awesome job.