Discount Shakespeare
An anthology of musings
Poetry by luxsick━━━ ❦ ━━━
Symptoms of aging
Lately, the child heart in me has been crying nonstop.
My tears, my wails, and hours spent sobbing
Are longer than what I've gotten used to,
And colder than the water that runs
Down my bathroom walls. The veins
On my hands have also grown bone-dry,
As if they're out of blood that streams mad
Or pulsing rage that makes me lose my voice.
The time I've spent searching for my truths
Is unhealthy, with no way out of their shackles,
Each one bound to an unwavering dread.
Aging, it's like being in a thankless, heartless job
That's far from growth spurts and losing body fat.
It's an infinite spiral of blazers in the blazing heat.
It's the all-too-late realization that you still have
Mouths to feed. It's the act of losing yourself, until
You're once again found at your humble start.
It's the earth-shatteringly silent revelation that,
Slowly, your happiness becomes your prison.━━━ ❦ ━━━
By Andrea GP.
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Discount Shakespeare
PoésieDeep-diving into the culprits of my self-deprecation, "Discount Shakespeare" showcases all 50 of my poems, originally posted on Twitter, which I had written from my high school years to this day (whenever this gets published, I guess). Teeming with...