A Human Being's Poems

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These situations,

are continuations,

of the beasts I see,

in my dreams while I sleep.

Inhale,

I see the trail,

for me to escape,

but it seems they've closed the gate.

Exhale,

but it seems my lungs are filled,

with stale air,

it's like I'm being killed,

and the wall keeps getting built.

Twitch,

it's like they've turned on a switch,

and my brain stops,

my words drop,

my emotions rise,

and my lungs sigh.

Surrounded,

I feel crowded,

these beings,

aren't fleeting,

these dreams are actually reality,

and they've come to kill my mentality.

Ghost,

a being that floats,

over your head,

that waits for you to be dead,

ignores your thoughts,

the King of Rot.

Smile,

faces of denial,

they don't wanna see,

the panic inside of me.

A label,

on a sailor,

just because he couldn't catch any fish,

or get any food on his family's dish,

"Worthless,"

"you don't deserve this."

And so the sailor couldn't take it anymore,

no one has ever seen him again so far.

A warm hand,

but like sand,

it's slowly blown,

and the pity slowly shown,

until a real person,

comes and says, "You're worth it."

And you're shown to the light bit by bit,

and you stand again.