Just me, or well was me last year in febuary being my usual depressed self expcept it was taking an exceptionally long time to feel better. I used to use the We, and Us forms because of spanish 3 at the time, so yes the entire thing revolves around me and fighting the never ending battle of depression.
The sky is saddened
And so am I,
Conflicting with
These antimatters
Inside my mind,
That of which
If I dealt with
I would disappear
And unravel instantaneously
At the seams.
I know not of the sickness
That plagues me
But it is very well
Hidden
For through these eyes
It or they is or are
Unseen.
I'm not myself
We're torn in 4
Our antimatter selves
Wanting to knock upon
Our door
And to let them in
We would disperse
Into ashes along the
Wind falling to the earth,
Because physics
Does not perceive
Such a thing
As impossible
But rather so,
Harder to maintain
Encountering such a
Problem would leave it
Broken, unseen, and insane.
I could not cope
Long enough to float
Our boat of happiness
So we let it go as
I waltzed through the forest,
upon our departure
I believe I left something
Behind
In the abyss between
White lines of sidelines
Falling, tumbling, struggling
Down the swift force of
The or of a stream,
Whatever it was we
Never knew
Until I awoke the next morn
Beside of you
We glanced and were
Admitted without word
We felt as though
Invisible streams of
Tears did flow
More so of which
Into recognition flowed
From the day before
These antimatters which
Of whom I know,
Have been eating and
Depraving me of words
To feel, of words to say,
I don't want to feel
This sorrow......
And with the passing
Of light rain I hope
It will all wash away,
For I have a bag
With a pocket full of
Happiness
That is all locked away
For in my heart there
Is a chamber where emotions are locked away
As my heart turns to burning subzero ice.
I cannot keep our focus
As these antimatters get
To me
And I'm afraid when they're
Done
There'll be nothing left
To feel as I lie empty
When they flee
There must be a way
To dispel the spell
I cannot describe that still
Remains unseen
But for now I know
The sickness which
Looms over me
Pure sorrow of
Undescribed design
That spawned
From these antimatterous
Conflicts that are
For now tearing
Us apart piece from piece
At the seams
As our hearts interlock
And turn to subzero burning
Icy stones.
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1. Memories, For, When I Am. (Being edited 2024)
PoesíaHi we're the Valkyrie System. These are a compilation of events, thoughts, thank yous, and emotions from early life and high school career. Everything is told through poems, unless its letters to someone I used to love. You can believe me, stand wit...
