Notice of absence from LP2187
will be gone for a week
will be gone for a week
Painted on the walls they are
I cannot reach; they’re too far
Are they real, are they not
I have a present past that I forgot
No, what is real, and what is false
My screaming heart and throbbing pulse
Tells me that I am not being tricked
Across my face the salty tears are flicked
What have I done to reach this place
A painful chamber, a devilish face
Keeps haunting me, traps me down here
My aching insanity will never disappear
Shadows of what a life looks like
I think that I’ve been psyched
I’ve been here for way too long
I don’t think I can keep being strong
I’m tired and so weak
My freedom I seek
But that’s not possible
Escape is improbable
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Comments7
Existential and self searching. This poem is soul searching and a bit painful. Lovely
Thank you very much
It's so interesting how the shadows are a reminder of company that is positive, and a reminder of company that is negative, that you will never be alone... even when you wish you were.
Exactly, shadows confine and confuse us sometimes
BRAVO
Thank you Tony
You're welcome
Some painful inner reflection going on in this piece, and the overwhelming desire to break out of the painful cycle, yet not feeling they have the strength to do that. Take care
Thank you very much, I appreciate the feedback. Have a great day
You are very welcome
There is a longing here to escape. A sad read, to think you are suffering. Stay strong. Have s good Tuesday.
Thank you Cassie
Gives the feeling of someone being somehow stuck. Times can get tough and I'm glad poetry comes alongside us during these struggles. 🙏🏻🕊️
Thank you very much, appreciate the thoughts!
So existential. Well expressed, my friend! 🌹👏
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