Robbed of my own self
I weave through
The labyrinth
Masquerading
Behind
The curtains
That
Mind pulls over heart.
The search within
Becoming a struggle,
The search without
Meaningless.
I am but
Fragments.
Like
Broken sentences.
Beneath
The skin
And the bones
I am nothing
But hollow.
Empty spaces fill me up.
I am but a deception.
A house of cards,
Ready to crumble
At slightest breeze.
Some light remains perhaps,
Through the cracks
Now and then,
But mostly
I am obscure,
Dwelling in twilights,
Just another
Mask
In milieu.
A masquerade,
That being my existence,
I leave no imprints.
Linking with Velvet Verbosity : 100 words: robbed
Linking with Alphabe-Thursday : Letter M
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ReplyDeleteThank you so much for appreciating the effort
DeleteSuch sadness. I do wonder how the narrator's self was robbed, and whether the narrator will eventually claim herself again.
ReplyDeleteLet us hope that this is a passing phase ... May be 100 words more to move the story further
DeleteVery emotional and well written.
ReplyDeleteThank you Carver for kind words
DeleteOdd how this prompt brought out so much similarity among the posts. I especially enjoyed the last lines ---
ReplyDelete"Dwelling in twilights,
Just another
Mask
In milieu.
A masquerade,
That being my existence,
I leave no imprints.
Thank you so much for appreciative feedback
DeleteBeautifully written and filled with great emotion. Somehow bittersweet too. Thanks for this share. A brave heart sharing this with all. Have a beautiful week.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much. Hope you are having wonderful time, too.
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