5:52 am, Tuesday, 12th June
The darkness shrouds my soul
like a burdensome tide, manifesting within me like
flickering embers of melancholy
that glow amber in the absence of fluorescence.
Caught in a riptide, I float further and further,
knowing only the blue of my sorrows
as it darkens the colour of my skin.
Painting me like a masterpiece, doused in colours
that mirror a galaxy – I am caught in the beauty of it all and slowly, I forget I'm dying.
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dysphoria
Poetrysilent pleas from a heart that's been tainted blue, a mind that ripples in constant turmoil and a mouth that remains shut //
