I'm fine...
No... I'm not.
But I'm alive.
Right?
If I am alive why do I feel so cold?
Why do I ponder the afterlife more than this moment?
I'm fine...
What a simple easy word.
Any excuse to hide the weakness I feel inside.
But... is it ok?
Is it ok to not be fine?
I would hope so since I am so often not, or so it feels.
When was "Fine" more than an empty deflection?
I'm fine... a natural lie.
I swear I'm fine so keep strolling on by.
I'm fine...
No... I'm not.
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Ripples in an Obsidian Sky
PoetryThese are many of the poems that get stuck in my head randomly, almost like a song or beat poetry in a way. I must warn you, most of them can be rather dark or sad. But I find solace in writing them. Anyway, maybe they can help you get some peace t...
