I go through the hole and down the slope.
I leave my pride and my hope.
I walk alone to the ledge,
balancing my life on its edge.
I always leave myself behind
searching the darkness for the memories to find.
The further from the edge I sway,
the harder I listen for those words you say.
The tightness and pain bring you ever so near.
Dying in a memory is nothing to fear.
I would spend eternity in a mental trap with you,
aware it's an emotional falsity of what is true.
I painfully wait in that lucid dream,
for my mind to hear my mental screams.
With my life left on the edge to die,
I question the darkness of the sky.
When its blindness is so bright,
it’s hard to find you in its night.
As I loosen and the pain subsides,
an emotional disappointment, I never died.
Past the ledge, my pride, and hope,
to that hole on the slope.
I step back through,
Into a reflections view,
I step back through.
To that hole on the slope,
past the ledge, my pride, and hope.
An emotional disappointment, I never died,
as I loosen and the pain subsides.
It’s hard to find you in its night,
when its blindness is so bright.
I question the darkness of the sky,
with my life left on the edge to die.
For my mind to hear my mental screams,
I painfully wait in that lucid dream.
Aware it's an emotional falsity of what is true,
I would spend eternity in a mental trap with you.
Dying in a memory is nothing to fear,
the tightness and pain bring you ever so near.
The harder I listen for those words you say,
the further from the edge I sway.
Searching the darkness for the memories to find,
I always leave myself behind.
Balancing my life on its edge,
I walk alone to the ledge.
I leave my pride and my hope,
I go through the hole and down the slope.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: June 26th, 2024 04:31
- Comment from author about the poem: Just a representation of how anxiety works. Up and down the feelings attack and subside to a sporadic tune.
- Category: Unclassified
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