At one point you hit a dead end.
If you turn around, and try to go back, you see your emotions looming over you, as if a wave, threatening to crash down. And that's exactly what is is, a wave of built up emotions.
You have to face them. You can't run from them no more or push them back into a box which you lock and throw the key away to.
Your panic starts, it builds up in you till it spills and you collapse, hugging yourself into a ball until it passes. Sobbing, crying tears that shake your whole body and make you feel as if you are choking.
It's a nightmare, a nightmare I'm running from in hope I won't reach that dead end. Follow as many main streets as I can, trying not to take any shortcuts. For now, my emotions I can hold back.
It's easier to be void of them or just to focus on anger.
It's easier.
For how long though?
YOU ARE READING
DETACHED
PoetryPoems, just poems. This is pretty much my notebook, where I write down stray thoughts and ideas. These poems are not always about me or anyone specific. Highest Ranking: #53 6/8/17 #106! 4/25/17 #94! 4/26/17 #85! 4/27/17 #78! 5/1/17 #71 5/8/17...
