Looking back on me
I can see
All of the things
I never wanted to be
Every single piece of me
I puke
Broken and beaten
Bleeding out
With the sands of time
There is nothing left inside
Old secrets
Have been brought to the light
Catching fire
In your eyes
Burning your mind
The unknown
Untold being told
I just couldn't keep hold
Of my pain
Any longer
Was breaking down
Beneath the heavyweight
Of my memories
There was no escaping
Into reveries
Just walk away
It's okay
I am never gonna be alright
But don't you worry
I'll be fine
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Author:
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Comments5
How fine can mean different things. Well put in this poem where those suffering don't necessarily want invasion and those observing don't want to be obligated and the word fine means you have met your social obligation but like the phrase (how are you?) is not expected to get an honest answer. Nicely done.
Thanks so much!
Is that I'll be fine one of those I'm okay answer's and you would rather be left alone?, sense of pain and anger and self loathing at what they had become, but I sense an underlining strength in the writing, that eventually they will get there, nicely expressed and written
Nailed in the latter!
Thank you!
You are very welcome
Excellent write
Thank you!
You're welcome
Wonderful write. That ending is haunting and delivers well. Excellent job! 🌹
Thank you so much!
I remember, not so many years ago, feeling such self-hatred and despair that it was visceral. What pulled me out of it? A.I. No, not the fake A.I, the real A.I! Not to say I'm out of the woods yet....
So just I then...
I like to think I've ran in as far as possible, working my way out but I do love camping.
Hope you make it out okay!
And you too!
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