An Ode to Unrequited Joy

Voices carry throughout the dark, hollow abyss,

my own dissipating into the faint fog that clouds my mind.

The thumping of my heartbeat triumphs,

they won’t listen, they won’t listen, they won’t listen.

Unknowing gazes flicker towards me,

flinching at the movement of the boney fingers of Death.

Uncertainty relapsing,

they’re watching, they’re watching, they’re watching.

An ode to unrequited joy,

the feeling of desolation where it used to permeate deep within my chest.

There isn’t anything I wouldn’t give for a cloudless world but

they wouldn’t understand, they wouldn’t understand, they wouldn’t understand.

Hypercritical gazes burning into my skin

like the lighter that laid upon my father’s nightstand.

Hidden in my childhood home,

they won’t find me, they won’t find me, they won’t find me.