11- Calming chaos
Like a balance
of freedom and home.
I'm forced to feel
in this chaotic calm.
Its comforting.
A tranquil that
clears your mind.
Yet corrupts your soul.
It let you escape.
That calming effect.
It is beautiful.
Reaching into my depths.
Cravessing into the cracks.
Mending me
like arms hold you tight.
In the hardest fight.
Gave me flight.
Assured me safety.
Yet scorched me
like a plague.
I got addicted
to its toxicity.
So I intoxicate myself.
Burning my lungs
just so I could breathe.
Inhale. Exhale.
Drowned my sorrows.
As I stare into a buttom
of a glass.
It shatters, the splinters
spill into my heart.
I escape the reality.
Yet my demons followed me.
They dare me.
Pushed me to tell the truth.
Ruthless they forced me
to find calm
in a space that was
never mine.
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Fragile Realities
PoetryFragile Realities- At certain extremes our orb of reality shatters when we least expect. We are forced to unleash our demons, watch them battle with the good. In the pitch of the darkest hours, here is a twisted tale of how we are trapped and tangle...
