Chaotically quiet mind,
No sanity to find;
All we once had is lost,
Great beauty at dire cost.
You lose and lose as if it's a gain,
Find something you're fond of within pain.
It's as if you're in reverse,
Almost as though you're blessed with a curse.
When you look, your reflection isn't you,
Your colours are so dull and dead, and your numbers are so few;
Yet you see a monstrous beast that is vaster than the sea,
And the only idea you can fathom, is that you are the vast beasty.
You are quite the contradictory, so heavy yet feather light,
You've been consumed by darkness, yet your soul is radiant and bright.
So I guess all there's left to say is, you're quite unique, one may say,
And all that's left is the hope that you'll choose the choice to stay.
YOU ARE READING
An Amalgamation of Words
PoesíaI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
