Survivor

Maplespal

I overwear my glasses to hurt my eyes.

Underfeed myself so my mind's deprived.

Dehydrate myself to get the headache kind.

Watch the news to absorb some lies.

Wait until the moment has arrived,

and walk that lonely path into my mind.

Into the protection from realities lies.

Past the ridge where the memories hide.

To where I sit and time becomes blind.

Watch the view as my images die.

Wait to talk to the one that survives,

and ask him to live outside my mind.

  • Author: Maplespal (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 22nd, 2024 05:11
  • Comment from author about the poem: Some times you feel like you are not yourself.
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