I find myself in a unique trance, A streak of sorrow, a pity dance.
Gritty sensations of my pain, Lamenting emotions like a fleeting train.
How lame it is, this state I'm in, Untethered from society's din.
Not high and mighty, I proclaim, Yet, inside my life, I seem not to reign.
Gazing through the window of my own existence, not at the steering wheel,
just a spectator's distance.
Reeling in displeasure, in chronic pain,
Insane or strong, perspective's gain.
Hectic moments inside this brain,
Not aligned with thoughts, a chaotic terrain.
Halting and shivering at the idea,
This lingering feeling, never to clear.
In the house of bleak feelings, I'm confined,
A broken record, repeating in my mind.
Skipping through regrets in the hallways, Breaking out, the elusive goal always.
Yet, this hole feels large, a murky depth,
Every climb out, a skydiver's breath.
Acts like a shadow, never to depart,
A constant companion, a lingering art.
I don't want to fight an endless war,
To give it life, I wish no more.
To kill it, my sole desire, yet parting seems an impossible mire.
For she is me, and I am her,
The shadow, sin, and pain confer.
Yet, happiness runs through this smile,
A contradiction, a complex style.
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Ona Aria's Poetry Collection (2022-2024)
PoetryThe 4th or 5th Poetry book that I have made on here since dealing with life and how I cope with things. Poetry Spoken Word has helped immensely with trying to get out what my soul needs to say. It's been the most therapeutic coping mech that I have.
