Pillow of roses tainted with thorns;
A beautiful halo to hide the horns.
A wonderful smile to hide the tears,
A hero's mask to hide the fears.
Under eyes heavy, weighed down by consciousness,
Coffee fuelled energy to cover the weariness.
I swear I'm not useless,
Just right now I'm a mess,
Right now the hardest place to be is inside my own head,
My mind is askew and my thoughts are unked.
My nights are sleepless and my hunger ignored,
My arms they are itching from habits no more.
I never know how to end it, and I doubt I'll ever learn;
I'll leave you with the thought that I am of insignificant concern.
YOU ARE READING
An Amalgamation of Words
PoetryI'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.
