Here's yet another poem for the day, because why not. Comment and give feedback :^>
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My lips are numb.
The sky is twisting in a way that's telling me
To just stop and sit.
I cannot sit,
As the ground is breaking it's way to its core,
And the world is conforming into the sky,
Until my world
Is nothing.
My fingers are cold.
This empty hollow of a shell that condenses
From fear and anxiety:
Of fear and anxiety.
I'm scared and I'm nervous,
And my head is hammering into this thin shell of my own consciousness
Until it breaks,
And my body is broken.
My heart is heavy.
My presence drags as this weight that's been strained on me has to endure,
I cannot endure,
I cannot endure!
Oh the winter days I've spent caged inside
Have explained to me that I cannot go on,
And that my entirety
Has failed.
I am here.
But I am not in this moment,
I am somewhere far else beyond heaven and hell,
Beyond the light and darkness that life has to make up,
I am just on the edge of my seat,
Waiting,
For this ferocity to finally pass...
And it does.
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Pain Reliever
Aléatoire"Me? Well, I'm well. Well, I mean I'm in hell. Well, I still have my health- At least that's what they tell me If wellness is this, what in hell's name is sickness?"
