My mind, is full of these things.
With no room to change.
I've said before, that I feel like I'm drowning.
But that was long ago, and a different time.
This time, I feel like I'm drowning in a world
Of obligations, time debt,
Tiredness, and Life.
It takes longer now, to write.
It takes longer, to feel.
Butterflies and raindrops
No longer lift my spirits,
Spirits are the only thing, to lift my spirits.
Sweet, sugary caffeine keeps my heart beating,
Instead of running, or fucking, or fighting.
Black roses, and skull motifs,
Remind me of the end, and I
Slog on toward it.
Drowning.
Why do I feel like I'm drowning?
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Author:
siranswerer (
Offline) - Published: March 19th, 2019 05:18
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Comments2
Powerful emotive piece.
Maybe these things come with age, as I know I no longer possess the innocent mind of a child that allowed me to see things in a brighter way.
Best regards, S.
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