My Poetry

Thoughts

I sometimes feel nothing but numbness
And a feeling of fear and dread
And I can't get these damned thoughts out of my head.

Things only tumble downhill for me
Most of the time I feel like I can't breathe
When I meet someone I don't agree with I simply silently seethe.

I have no spine, none at all
As I let people talk down to me
I look up in the mirror and see what they see.

I feel all awkward and strange
Nothing feels like it's in control
When I feel myself slipping, I just let it roll.

Back down the hill
And the rabbit hole
Through the tunnels of dread
And the fields of lost hope
And the lands of the dead
It is then I can't cope!

When these thoughts enter my mind
They seem to set shop in my soul
I no longer feel whole.

I look at these hands
I see tools, ones that are useful in many ways
Though the grip of the thumb has to be the best throughout all the days.

The grip of the thumb
More of a gift, really
It can make the world a tad less dreary.

It can write such tragedies
As Romeo and Juliet
And I just might follow their somber duet.

2022