The days are not getting any better than what they told me
As tired eyes stare at me directly in the mirror
Hazy dreams filled with self doubt lace my bed
For sleep has been a luxury for the privileged
The flames have reached my mind far too soon
The lingering joy in me has been devoured by the fire within
In its place was a crushing sense of lethargy
Where my bones slowly cave in as I drown inside my head
I am consumed with sickness that has driven me to the edge
An inconsistent sensation that has become a fiend
Slowly my eyes become strained and close involuntarily
Yet my mind is awake to tell the tale of such burdens
So here I lay my thoughts to rest for the better
And let these fettering feelings leave my body
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a/n:
Hi tis I!
I've been gone for a bit but here's something :))
much love,
amarynthe l.
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Nodus Tollens
Poetrynodus tollens n. the realization that the plot of your life doesn't make sense to you anymore. (dictionary of obscure sorrows)
