It’s crowded in here
overstuffed ego
darkness with no light switch
future decorated in fear
I just want to be outside
Outside is the mountains,
caring nothing of my undulating moods
Outside is the roar of the ocean
drowning the useless wails
of my boo hoo self esteem
Outside is the infinite,
unlimited by my distortions,
while inside
I suffocate within humid walls
of self loathing
Outside the fresh cool cleansing winds blow
I surrender to the sunset
feel my colors alight
soothe into silence
dream into darkness
sleep under starlight
lose my inner violence
become the beauty of the night
I want to stay outside
until I die
until I finally
kiss the sky
and bid my forever tangled self
Goodbye
If that picture is your outside… then please kill me with you
Mm, hmm.
Being inside four walls can be crushing.
Love this, Pink.
Thanks! Being inside oneself too much is crushing too.
Omg, I know that feeling all too well…
Pink, being outside is the best medicine. Your poem is so vivid with the pining of the outside written in lines that have incredible clarity and convey your feelings perfectly. Enjoyed reading this tonight.
John