Middle-way of Release

Forrest

Pills assorted level with my head

Tongue stuck to the tin roof of my mouth

Closing my airways finally

So that when sleeping dogs lie

Will I not cozy up to be forgotten

Aren't I a mutt

Or no better than this amalgamation

Get me up for the better part of my prime

Light me aflame till only the

Whites of my eyes can hurt you

Then I am just a girl

Confused and shining

Was I born to die 

Or see the consequences of

Living

  • Author: fb (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 11th, 2024 20:35
  • Comment from author about the poem: When I was struggling with minor psychosis a good way to express myself through the thick veil of depression was poetry. This poem tries to detail the way my brain was operating and just how convoluted my feelings felt.
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Soman Ragavan

    Kindly give the English translation, please. Thanks. Soman Ragavan. 12 January, 2024.

    • Forrest

      I apologize, I wrote this in English originally! Sometimes my poems show up in other languages for readers. I'll attempt to solve this issue

      • Soman Ragavan

        Thank you. Soman Ragavan.



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