There are times when I am as strong
As a man 'ought' to be,
But there are days when I grow weary.
There is a soporific grey sky
Hanging over my world,
And I wish I could just leave
For a little while.
It seems as though it would be nice
To get out of my head;
To see it all from a different point of view.
How wonderful it would be
To see colours that are
As yet invisible
To the human eye -
Would any beast or alien
Be willing to let me live within their head?
Just for a minute, a second,
Perhaps an hour,
I would like to live without logic,
Without self-awareness and shame.
I would like peace, a break from the chaos,
Before my spirit crawls back in
To my own head.
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Refraction.
PoetrySo many aspects, colours and themes make up our experiences. Truly, is anything entirely good or entirely bad? Upon weighing up the positives and negatives of the past, do we not admit that even tragedy is- in a twisted sort of way- advantageous? O...
