Your snores remind me that you’re still alive
Your eyes unfazed by a fantasy sun
Nail stapled to your blood-lines
Taking on the pain to remind yourself what you’ve done
Dreaming of airplanes, footprint-less snow
And your sadness has reached a rooted plateau
Your feelings may be hardened into the ground
Waking up drenched in your own sweat
Once hidden, they are seldom found
You cannot cower behind books
Because their words do not mimic your own
You cannot sink inside your own skin
And selfishly rot yourself to the bone
Listening with your eyes
You abandon your heart
You’d waive your instinctual flinch
But you somehow forgot about that part
Your blue eyes wearing surprise
Emotion you rent but never own
Selling your conscience to the shadows
Your last words are spoken at the tone
YOU ARE READING
New[er] Poems: Start your day the depressing way
PoetryOn a whim, I've just been dying to write more poetry lately, dying to get out of this writer's block...FUNK. I hope these aren't too dreadful. The meaning of the poems might be a little fuzzy or unclear, but they're meant for you to make your own me...
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