Clothes Poem, by Drich The Poet, at My poetic side

The year is numbered

But I can't remember the

last surprise I had.

Guess it's only on your death day.

I know I'm blessed

I've seen the reality of foes around me.

And I'm a commodity to do away with when used finish. Despite being human.

I've soaked them

And I've re-difine them

I've dried them

And I'm ready to wear them

Them: clothes.

Like clothes,

I got my emotions stacked up

In my drawer.

Suitable for any inconveniences

But somehow sometimes

I forget to take my tie along

As to choke any truth from escaping.

Like clothes,

I wear my emotions

Sad clothes when I'm down.

Specialties for ceremony 🎑

Of the dead: Confused.

Mask off to reality

I'm riding on the edge of a cliff.

Noon times I smile and give hope

To my peers and, behave normal.

Nights: I'm hanging on

I sit and talk to myself.

Scream at the clouds

Laugh at myself for what's wrong

Correct myself based on self conscious.

Then............

I shut down to escape this block of reality.

Took the pills of dreams to relive the moments. And chuckle.

Somehow smile appears on my chin

Waking up, first t

hing in mind

"Another day, huh? Well......"

Author: Drich The Poet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
Published: August 6th, 2023 03:34
Comment from author about the poem: ATTENTION It comes late but it's worth the while. This is a poem that talks about men's mental health. Though it is hardly spoken about and no one cares to acknowledge the fact that men also go through hard times. Clothes is a word I used in describing changes of emotions and how tough and difficult we become when pushed to the limits. It is not supposed to be like this despite what we go through. Pls 🙏 appreciate the efforts of men we are only human after all. We are not gods. #men #luv
Category: Reflection
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