Lips pursed they sat
Sat in a certain clarity
Of what once was
Images still haunting their sleep
But night cripples
Vulnerability stings
They remember
Sleepless nights dodging daggered dreams
Jaws grow tighter
Feeling the ghost of lost tear streaks
Voices deny
Times of trial, times suicidal
Skin screams agony
Because it keeps them from leaving
Their mind stays trapped
In a home quaked by their thinking
Thoughts were fleeting
Except for the time of morning
Lying was easy
Phone calls away from something, anything
To feel whole, whole
All they wanted was to be whole
They almost died
In a sense, the beginning of a quest
It will come soon
With enticing arms of stress and laze
Chopping of heads
Logic under anxiety, dead
Everything dead
Because that's how it feels really
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Poetic Attempts
AléatoireI suck at poetry, but I've been told I'm very good at it. [Most likely depressing]
