Sitting in the darkness, watching everyone live their lives through a slight sliver of the crack in the curtain. It's just a sliver so I don't see much but I do feel the sun slightly, and it feels so good.
My door is unlocked, and so is the window, and yet here I sit, in the darkness...
People knock but they don't come in because they know I'll never come out.
Familiar voices linger so close yet fade away and eventually turn into a memory and I'm burdened because I could have spent more time, said more things, but I wasn't willing to leave.
As i scream and scold myself, I eventually whimper "I just don't want to get in the way.."
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heartbreakingly, hard
to read!
I hope, there's a future
where
your circumstances, are flipped
180 degrees
and you too, can find out
what all the world is raving about
staring-up
at a planet of deadly, lava
or a barren rock
shining bright, in the middle of the night..
I hope
you too, can feel the breeze of life
and here Nature's songs and laughter
and in that moment, realise
it's all more radiant, in your
bloodshot eyes
because of that
hole
you, yourself - bravely
chose, to crawl out of...
someday, soon
I hope!
stay Strong dear Poet
and thank you!
for choosing to write, share
and FIGHT!
'Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.'
from Dylan's classis:
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https://mypoeticside.com/show-classic-poem-30915
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