I've broken the sky, sunk into this rapid melancholia.
Staring straight at the sun, not blinded but still suffering.
Lightning breaks my back as I stand, this plug hole abyss drains my heart empty. Busy air fills my mind, like clockwork, it's a pattern; forever circles inescapable as they are tedious.
Only one way to break.. too hard to break.. I want god to come, break this typhoon.. calm the eastern waters and settle my mind.
This constant want, useless.
Solitude agitates the storms that brew.
Solitude is the cage of the red wall, it's all I've ever known. Oh wasting away, what have I done?
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Author:
Allysnewworld (
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- Comment from author about the poem: In the moment- anything you say is poetry. This is that kind of poem.
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