Weathered Canvas - Lotus Eater

So far, unwanted

Too close, controlling

Never trusted

Never

I’m not made for this

My head can’t fathom the truth

That you ended all that was good

Your eyes have grown accustom like I knew they would

To the same old picture

Always hiding

No longer seeking for help

Holding me down

Trapped, forever trapped

Your eyes have grown accustom like I knew they would

To the same old picture

Your eyes have grown accustom like I knew they would

To the same old picture

You caused my mind to fade away

Forever thinking I wasn’t right

This weathered canvas, carved by tired hands