opposite / 06.06.18
the highs of yesterday were
as tall as they'd ever been.
soaring, they reached
the tips of the clouds and beyond.
they showed me sunlight.
I felt free, as commonplace
as it sounds, I felt like everything
was beaming.
but for some, such joys
do not stand a chance.
the lows of today are as sinking
as the deep ocean.
I feel cold,
vast and empty.
it does not keep me afloat, but rather
submerges me in a nothingness.
I have become one with
the creatures in the dark.
is there anything within a body
such as thus.
my melancholy is fleeting
but is yet constant and familiar.
where you find your normality,
I struggle to stand.
the ground crumbles.
should I choose to fly or descend
does not matter for either
way I will fail.
I do not speak on the
behalf of my own emotion.
I hold the beauty of white
roses, glowing with droplets
of light rain on some days
and the gloom of blackened
skies on others; thundering within
this sunless place.
my yesterday's have passed
and today is ending.
I have felt too many things within
every possible second.
but tomorrow's are different,
I know there is not a chance of
becoming customary.
I wish, rather, not to be.
and although nothing will
rid me of my eccentricities,
I am here.
my highs change in
split seconds to lows of no
understanding. I will not be
understood; neither by myself nor you.
do not understand me.
respect me in
the fact that I wish not to
be understood.
to be left alone
with my own opinions and thoughts
is to be gifted with
an unwelcoming heaven.
leave me here, leave me.
with my mountains,
my caves and the abyss.
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We Came From The Dark Ages
PoetryA book of poems written by me. Please note, I'm an amateur and am constantly editing my pieces. This is here to get my work out for others to read. If you have any suggestions for poets to check out, please feel free to let me know :)
