TW: LOSS/DEATH/PAIN/GROWING OLDER/DEPRESSION
Please help me get rid if this pain.
Love used to be the centre of my life.
Even now I still look back in admiration.
And think of how my life was back then, when -
Saddness didn't capture my heart, and -
Extract all the joy from this world.
Hot is what my soul has become, as -
Earthquakes rage around in my mind.
Lava flows from my eyes in the form of wet tears.
Peace is lost as my blood burns from within me.
My soul has turned its love against me.
Eating up my body from the inside out.
"Get out of me," I would say to my own reflection.
Even if the only think looking back at me is myself.
"To hell with it," I think, who cares if I'm the cause of this sorrow?
Rain is needed in this current era of drought.
In this era of fire and restlessness that plagues me.
Destroying the love that was once inside me.
Oh how I run as the volcano erupts around me,
Fire spreading on the forest of my youth.
To think that I once played on those trees.
Heart racing as the child within me cries.
In the end, I guess, our childhood is nothing.
Sad to think that it's over soo soon.
Pain rushes through my body almost instantly,
As my mind responds to the trauma.
If I don't make it out of here I have a message to give,
Now my soul is alive for you, so please, Oh please can you live.
~ Eve xxx
Note: if you notice, the first letter of each line (aka the words in bold) spell out the first line :) )
Hello again to the people who read this, what did you think of my poem? This poem I love a lot. It has a lot of analogies to life and my life events. It's mainly about growing up and going to the 'real' world. I recently had a lot of my childhood get taken away from me and this poem showcases that a bit. With the thing about autism/adhd being that I struggle with doing things that require too much mental energy and I see people my age already submitted their UCAS reports and doing uni applications while I'm just watching life go by behind a glass wall is hard for me.
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