Colorless gasses.
Abundance of masses.
Hollow frames
And clueless names.
Blank stars
And shattered shards.
Weakening tree,
Numb me.
Boring galaxies,
Shape shifting mentalities.
Wireless heart,
Emotions fading and spreading apart.
Help is needed,
High casualties number expected.
Short poem,
Extreme lonesome.
Thoughts broken,
Mind less and less open.
Songs blasting ears deaf,
Pieces are all that's left.
I laugh outside,
Sit confused inside.
Memories disappear and disagree,
Numb me.
No longer depressed,
No longer stressed.
While days and nights grow,
Mind just ignores though.
Making less and less sense,
Barrier becoming more and more dense.
No longer decaying,
People are less and less weighing.
Head has lost some bolts and nuts,
It may not look like it but I want this to be something I discuss.
Dissipating soul and freezing sea,
Numb me. ...
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The Welting Chess Board
Poetryjust a collection of quick thoughts with some long term emotions |(letter)| = certain people it's made out to btw read a bit and enjoy
