So Fucking Tired of the Pain

A Boy With Roses

I reach into the day, the glittering sea of possibilities, ignoring what my heart knows, the spiders of love. There is no shore I haven't walked on. I have crossed all corners, there and back, coming and going. A flow, a flow, a flow. Ideas into mushrooms. I drink water until my urine runs clear, until I sober up. Head spinning from the madness. I can't bare to look at myself. I can't bare to look at the sun casting nebulous shadows, physical manifestations. I occupy this state, the same feeling of hatred everyday. I feel the pain shoot from limb to organ, the tears swelling in my eyes, the emotions pouring. I want it to end.

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 9th, 2021 12:45
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Jerry Reynolds

    Good write, Jordan.

  • dusk arising

    Great expression of lifes frustrations and the results of our feeble attempts to remove the sharp edges.



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