Treasure Island

Morgan Siegel

(27/06/1996 / New Zealand)

Milestones Pt. I


...Do I still have any hope? ...

I have done so much.
I am beginning to wonder.
What is there waiting for me? ...

...Do I have any good left in me? ...

I have seen so much.
Felt so much.
Can I still feel anymore? ...

...If I walk away now, how many will notice? ...

As I walk my halls.
I can see everything...
Pain, Anger, Hate, Love.
It looks like a cement hall but riddled with Graffiti.
A big mess...

...These words are glowing, like blazing embers...

Pain from everything that has happened.
Anger from being alone and misunderstood.
Hate for those who have done me wrong.
Love for hardly anything at all...

...Is there still room for me? ...

I now watch from hidden eyes.
Drowned emotions.
A blackened heart.
Deadened soul...

Submitted: Saturday, November 30, 2013

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