Abasement wears a million appellations
It twists my conceptions, it plays it’s games
Nothing feels whole, I’m hollow inside
A chassis in motion, an essence that hides
I doubt my purpose, I question my dignity
Why was I given this weight at birth?
Phantasies fall apart before they start
The cosmos keep tearing at my heorte
I sit in the gloom of my own minds room
drowning in clemency, rehearsing the gloom
Hoping for better, but braced for the worst
because affliction shows up where joy comes in bursts
I simper on cue, I giggle on demand
but it’s only a façade, a trembling hand
The essence can’t lie, it leaks through the furrows
the darker the hole, the blacker the phantasies
So, check up on me, even when I say, “ I’m fine”
My silence speaks glamorous, between the lines
If my light grows faint, help me find my glow
Remind me I’m MORE than the weight I show
I’m not my affirmation, I am not my fear,
I am still alive & I am still here
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Author:
Cassie Hays (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Very deep and needed
Thank you
A reflective poem of an existential nature. It asks questions many of us ask. Nicely written
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