it's strange how complicated simple tasks are for me-
my mind is always somewhere else, drowning.
my thoughts are the only thing i can hear,
the only thing i can breathe,
the only thing i will ever fully comprehend.
i reached a constant state of silence,
lying unconscious
i know what's happening
i know what's current reality
i know what i can do.
...what can i do?
holding my breath is killing me,
what will happen if i breathe in the welcoming blue aura?
a clinical death was always my life's conclusion.
waken up from my oxygen deprived phase,
i am met by the welcoming sun.
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my poetry - kelsey loch
Poetrymy personal work, all written by me - i post them here so i can reflect on myself and my writing easily. writing is my greatest passion, and i hope you love my work. all feedback is appreciated!
