and sometimes i lapse
into an abyss, of prolonged silence
into seas, of self-commiseration
seeking validation.
streets are loud
yet all is numb and cold
the red man walks
and horns blare.
a distance away, a vacant stare
still wondering why i am suffering
for a wrong i did not commit
for a crime i was a victim of
your cold, uncaring heart
rips me to pieces
pierces through my lungs and
panic wells up.
tears rush forth but i
swallow away the pain
with a shaking hand, i reach
up, knowing things only spiral down.
unfeeling, you turned everyone
against me, as though i
deserved it, as though i
wasn't violated.
did i deserve it?
you make it seem that way.
and as your hands reach out to
smear my name, besmirch my reputation—
i just remember how that very hand
was once warm in mine
tying up my hair
holding me close.
and it leaves
like the last autumn wind
like the last leaf that falls
like the winter you brought.
you have hurt me
thousand times beyond repair
agony, agony, i hope
that karma is coming for you.
3/6/22
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《headspace》
Poetrysometimes, the world gets too much and i can't help but feel inundated. so i cope in a way where the words flow uninhibited and my thoughts run free. this is a graveyard, and herein lies all the things that i can never say aloud. poetry by astoria_...
