One thing after the other
Stop for a minute or two
Think, now what to do?
It's always one more hour,
This time, I'll sculpt it better
This time I'll remember her
Pen strikes the page,
Again and again, crossing out parts of me
Replacing words with lies
Maybe then it's fine
Fingers stroke my chest
Heart digs into an empty throat
Can't swallow
It's one thing after another.
Eyes descend into madness,
Coaxing me into a suspended sleep
Until my mind betrays me
Then it's one thing after the other.
The rattling of my bones
Creates a symphony
My leg bounces and a feeling infiltrates me
'What now?' is my new favourite remedy
Finding something that can silence me.
It's always one thing after the other.
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The Spiral
PoetryA deep dive into thoughts about the universe, life, emotions and more, down an endless poetic(and sometimes not poetic) spiral. We follow various characters.
