i’ve avoiding my thoughts for a while
the deep thinker inside has died
i need not fear my thoughts
dead with time and soberness
2016, Poetry and tagged Death, Depression, Emotion, Extentialism, Overthinking, Poem, Poetry, Sadness, Thinking, World on .
April 29, 2017
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you talk to stop the sound
of your own voice inside
clawing, bruising, teasing
undermining ego and pride
it’s all a fickle act
simple, deceptive trickery
conquer the world alone
surrounded in a cloud of mystery.
Photography – @a_simple_light
I need to feel loved and understood
to thrive in ways that nobody could
without such means, I’m lower than all
a dark pit of doubt and a constant fall.
I wonder what it’s like to die
as your last breath shatters the room
did you feel the pain, did you drift away
like a carnival child’s balloon?
was it your destiny for us
to be crying and screaming at the sky
as your body laid limp in her arms
as I told my brother you’d died?
and the flowers surround the house
wilting away in our pain
for the sky is turning black
as I declare myself perfectly sane.