Nonexistent

I wake up to the sunrise.
It's a marvelous feeling
but it's giving me the creeps.
This world just doesn't know
what beautiful things are anymore,
what good things are anymore.
We shy away into the darkness
that we know so well.
In the desolation,
we feel so comfortable.
We can hide,
be inconspicuous,
blend in with the nothingness.
No one can see the faults we carry
so despondently on our hearts
This world just doesn't know
what beatuiful things are anymore,
what good things are anymore.
They are nonexistent
to the eyes of this world.

 

Copyright ©2008  Gretchen Ann Decker

No comments (Add your own)

Add a New Comment


code
 

Comment Guidelines: No HTML is allowed. Off-topic or inappropriate comments will be edited or deleted. Thanks.