Being the chaos that we are
tangled up so deep.
Where do you end
and where do I begin?
This chord is seamless,
tied so tight you're all I can breathe in
filling up my lungs
with the smoke of your subsistence.
My vision is clouded
and your mind is in shambles.
With the truth so far
how can we go farther?
But we go on anyway
falling, hoping, praying it isn't a trench.
While the tunnel is dark and dreary
yet our footsteps echo
way past the chary
and onto the wavering light.
Then you tumbled and here you are
in the ditch that you call home.
Where you've claimed your place
within the barbed wired ticker
and you stay and stay and stay.
Long past the petrifying yells
of the residing fiend
till he goes away and you're all I see.
The coast all clear and your silence echos,
stifling the haunting noise.
A sane mind near
I've never seen so clear.
With the newfound silence I brace
the oncoming pandemonium of order.
The now tamed storm is all I've ever known.
The reticent thoughts a new accomplice.
And you've ended my demise
with a tranquil, stilled mind
juxtapositioning the past.
Are you an illusion?
Am I insane enough to imagine this?
Or are you the real trajectory
of my drastic thoughts?
Whatever that you are;
I hope you stay.
Stay past my tempestuous waves
and the treacherous undercurrent
that might pull you in deeper.
For the one thing I'll always crave
is my unfeigned self you accentuate.
~ si.
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PoetryM O N A C H O P S I S the persistent feeling that you're out of place or don't belong. A collection of poems.
