You can disappear for two weeks, be a mindless corpse walking each step thudding against the concrete floor.
Come back, opening your eyes to the world around you.
Feel like vanishing all over again.
Why come back when it feels like a flood, pushing and pulling,
holding you below the surface; not allowed to have air until you are already washed down the stream.
Be pulled back into the ocean to lay still and disappear.
The phrase: I am tired and uninspired have been defining your every moment.
Go through the week not having an emotion.
Only to get to the weekend where you clog your mind with drink and smoke.
You do these things that can kill you and sometimes you hope they do.
The drink attacks your already broken heart, blood thickens like tar and you're in slow motion while everything moves so fast
The smoke you inhale eases your aching mind, your vision hazy; makes seeing reality easier.
The world feels like its spinning so fast and yet you are moving so slow.
There are weights attached to your feet, your legs, your arms, your hands, your neck.
Motion sickness is controlling you now.
All you see is black, white and the monster of life is after you.
Glued to the floor unable to run, life is six feet in front of you.
Oh, how you wish you were six feet under.
A lonely voice whispers to you.
The world freezes,
A blackened heart beats again.
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Author:
M.B (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 17th, 2020 00:15
- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this a little while ago and found it in one of my notebooks, thought I would put it up here to hear the comments. Please share your thought, thank you for reading.
- Category: Sad
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Good dark write but in the end your heart beats again and in that beating it will beat the darkness and light will be within you again. Look forward to the light.
Andy
Exactly, no matter how dark it may seem, the light of life will always find it’s way back to show you.
V
That it did many years ago, to the point I was just robbing car stereos. The problem was coming back from the rush, as the darkened heart got hardened up. Looking back, time was the only answer!
Powerfully moving, thank you for sharing
Much peace and respect
Keep giving it!
Thanks Dan! Time always heals.
Thanks for sharing FRIEND ~ This one thing I (BRIAN) do ~ forgetting (and hopefully forsaking) those things which are in the past. I press on with a wiser and renewed mind ~ To the high prize of life itself with all its possibilities & infinite opportunities ! We are doomed if we cant learn from our own mistakes. Our life on Earth is (the) Gods Gift to US ~ what we do with it is our Gift back to (the) God(s) ! Thanks for caring & sharing !
Love - Joy & Peace
Brian & Angela 💛💛💛
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