What time is it? I can see the light but maybe there's an eclipse.
Locked in a fog that refuses to be lifted,
Plots that have nothing better to do than get twisted.
My bed is a villain, my covers are my demons.
Time stops as happiness is lost,
You can't quite the demons in silence.
I'm mindless in this mania,
Oh how I wish I was beige, boring, vanilla.
Losing weight and patience like they are one,
These thoughts are as dangerous as a loaded gun.
Maybe I've lost touch with reality;
A senseless loss of a life lived healthily.
The core of earth sitting on my chest;
Knives in my lungs, slicing my breath.
Everlasting agony in my mind;
Seratonin is overrated; it's a lie.
This is a cry for help;
I fear what comes next.
What time is it? I can see the light but maybe there's an eclipse.
Locked in a fog that refuses to be lifted,
Plots that have nothing better to do than get twisted.
My bed is a villain, my covers are my demons.
Time stops as happiness is lost,
You can't quite the demons in silence.
I'm mindless in this mania,
Oh how I wish I was beige, boring, vanilla.
I haven't been able to write in a few months;
My pen is paralysed by these ghosts.
But maybe thats a good thing;
I'm terrified to write my words down; to see them living.
Because if they are alive as am I,
What's stopping them from finding me?
What's stopping them from finding me?
So I keep my pages blank,
You have my fear to thank.
My creativity is being murdered by my mania;
Oh how I wish I was beige, boring, vanilla.
This would be the part of a poem where I'd turn the tables,
Sike! I'm doing better than ever, new leaves and fresh pages.
But I can't do that here and I won't do that now;
I can't lie like that and expect to get better, no way nohow.
So, I don't know how to end this poem,
Maybe with a promise, a here's to hoping?
But that still feels too forced and borderline wrong,
I've got to go, I'm going, I'm gone.
YOU ARE READING
LOYAL
Poesía'Loyal' is a collection of poems that explore a wide range of emotions. Written in the midst of a deep and hollow spell of isolation and quarantine, I needed to create something; anything that would be a bright light for me. So, I started writing th...
