Pondering about the endless hours
Of cold shoulders and cold showers
I'm drawn again by the scent of cigarettes
Yes, hello. I'm back with all these baggages
"How have you been all this time
Did you miss when I was gone?"
That's existential dread saying hi
Sneaking its way back to my mind
It's always easier to just say you're okay
Talk to me, I won't know what else to say
Well then tell me, how can I feel so much
And feel nothing at the same time?
My days, I keep myself so busy
To suppress any sign of emotion
While I no longer get drunk at nights
I still cry to "Godspeed" by Frank Ocean
They say healing is an everyday thing
But I never thought it'd be like this
Nothing and no one has ever prepared me to
Seeing my dead loved ones in every dream
Just like a late night cold shower
And the emptiness that sticks with you
As you step out of the piercing cold water
Grief will never not follow you
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Author:
Mariel Ilagan (
Offline) - Published: September 23rd, 2021 01:26
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Dunno quite how to respond to the chill of your piece today... emotionally that is. It certainly hit me.
As before, your writing is excellent and here drew me right in close to the everyday before slapping my face with a stunning blow.
Just excellent writing.
(personally, I still think he'll never top Novacane) lol
I read you beautifully Poetry, and came her to comment my appreciation, but I don't think you need my reaction, deep down
you already know what deep pools of Talent: you're working with, just
a question of cultivating it all, to fulfil your Purposed aspirations..
in short: You're Awesome
please, Do your best to safeguard your Awesomeness, sincerely
(from a wannabe scribbler
of inked rainbows, recycled
out of all the abundant hellfire, we're forcibly made to inhale, here
on this very same earth
we've been educated to label, Home:
from our 'knowingly screeched' arrival, at birth...)
'Talk to me, I won't know what else to say
Well then tell me, how can I feel so much
And feel nothing at the same time?
My days, I keep myself so busy
To suppress any sign of emotion
While I no longer get drunk at nights
I still cry to "Godspeed" by Frank Ocean'
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