My Unstable Poetry

We're Only Anchors

With the ghosts inside us,

Projecting ourselves to the date,

We're only anchors

Anchors that can slowly make

It down until hitting a smashed

Ground laid by the ghost's fate

The ghosts lead me down a path

This path contains shards of glass counting the deathrate,

And voices that I've learned to listen too

They only concentrate on my weight and my state

Of mind

Chronologically I'm only waiting to see if I have a backdate

We are only anchors

Sinking down until we're fish resting on a plate

Constantly being squeezed and stabbed

Like someone making a clean slate

Our spirits don't help us anymore

Maybe they left like my classmate

My classmate understood what this invisible anchor is like

They would be my blanket, no matter my dictate

Even if this anchor hasn't tugged at your ankle

Pulling you under just to elongate

Your thoughts of how the spirits could guide you

Do not be late, you'll have to await

Your turn on the path the spirits take you down