Through the Eyes of a WitchThrough the Eyes of a Witch3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The others meander all around me.
They lead their own lives.
They leave me be.
Why do I sit here?
Is it because I still feel?
Am I waiting?
Calling to those who still have a chance?
I'm not sure...
I don't know what's real.
I lament my lost humanity.
Or am I just luring them in?
When I let out my tortured soul,
crying so they can hear me far away,
waiting for the madness to begin?
If they rise me...They'll suffer either way.
But I feel guilt for the deaths.
Or can I?
Am I still alive enough,
to truly cry?