Wednesday, September 19, 2012

The Little Match Girl

Image from here

What am I doing, I don’t know. 
What would I like to do, I no longer know..
I’m just sitting and watching everything pass by. 

I’m just sitting, doing nothing. 
My visions are lost and I can’t seem to find myself.

People pass me. 
I sit in the corner of the street and wonder
If any one of them feels the way I do. 

I was once like them. 
Moving.
But now, I’ve come to a standstill.
Lost I feel, 
And I don’t know which way I’m supposed to take. 

I’m cold and tired, 
But I cannot move.
I cannot think. 

I cannot find myself.

I feel dead and lost. 
No summer breeze blows around me any longer.
I’m just wrapped up in winter.
Lifeless, and cold..
I’m in the dark 
And no matter how many matches I light, 
I get no warmth. 

And no matter how many matches I light,
They show me nothing apart from my broken dreams.

I have no support now.
I’m frozen.
And it’s too late to break free. 
Trapped I am. 
I’ve lost myself in the crowd that passes me all the time.
And I just sit and try to find,
But I don’t see myself anywhere.

Where am I?
Where is my life?
Where is my smile?

I hear laughter.
It echoes.
I hear my laughter..
But when I look around, I don’t find it. 
I cannot grab it.

My heart echoes..
It’s empty without my laughter. 
But I cannot see it anywhere. 

I’m tired of searching. 

And now,
My matches are over
And my smile is lost.

Will I ever find it?
I don’t know.

I don’t know anything
Any longer.