A Semblance
Just a bit of melodramatic prose
She's cold, inside and out, that's all it is.
The whispers followed me like the crackling of leaves, cruching deep into my ears, with every step. I stop walking and the whispers faded, watching, waiting for a move, and I made none.
Roaring up again, they continued, whispered shouts, pretending I couldn't hear them, pretending they didn't know I knew they knew, all pretend.
I was cold, they were right, so I froze the cold, like double negatives making a positive. Another pretend, pretending I wasn't what I was. I could have just melted away the ice, but that leaves a person raw, bitter. No, I just froze the ice so that no one could know it was there. Froze the thing that froze my feelings, until a semblance of feeling was able to come through, like an image through a window, so that I could smile, as everyone does, and laugh, and cry. A semblance of feelings.
Dead to the world, a lost and lonely girl,
looks up, towards the sun to smile.
Gales of laughter, flowing forever after,
betraying every feeling all the while.
Genuine in all fantasies, a part of her accessories,
her features, true, are not as they appear.
A look within her wild eyes, an ear to hear her inward sighs,
a thought, perhaps she wishes she weren't here.
Just another child, a little strange, a little wild
Not alone, just not precisely there
Simply moving forward, a little drained, a little bored
Alive, but who knows precisely where.
Naught at all worth finding, and she's not alone in hiding,
lying, neatly curled, simply sleeping away the world.
A little tired, but unmentioned, beyond all comprehension
dreams undone, dropped, hurled, lost to the lonely little girl.
She's cold, inside and out, that's all it is.
The whispers followed me like the crackling of leaves, cruching deep into my ears, with every step. I stop walking and the whispers faded, watching, waiting for a move, and I made none.
Roaring up again, they continued, whispered shouts, pretending I couldn't hear them, pretending they didn't know I knew they knew, all pretend.
I was cold, they were right, so I froze the cold, like double negatives making a positive. Another pretend, pretending I wasn't what I was. I could have just melted away the ice, but that leaves a person raw, bitter. No, I just froze the ice so that no one could know it was there. Froze the thing that froze my feelings, until a semblance of feeling was able to come through, like an image through a window, so that I could smile, as everyone does, and laugh, and cry. A semblance of feelings.
Dead to the world, a lost and lonely girl,
looks up, towards the sun to smile.
Gales of laughter, flowing forever after,
betraying every feeling all the while.
Genuine in all fantasies, a part of her accessories,
her features, true, are not as they appear.
A look within her wild eyes, an ear to hear her inward sighs,
a thought, perhaps she wishes she weren't here.
Just another child, a little strange, a little wild
Not alone, just not precisely there
Simply moving forward, a little drained, a little bored
Alive, but who knows precisely where.
Naught at all worth finding, and she's not alone in hiding,
lying, neatly curled, simply sleeping away the world.
A little tired, but unmentioned, beyond all comprehension
dreams undone, dropped, hurled, lost to the lonely little girl.