remove them / 06.07.18
my lungs fill with sand
as failed attempts to grasp air
come from my body.
I feel the ground shaking
beneath me in silence.
my mind winces at
the thoughts pouring from me
and I feel frightened for
I do not understand
why these thoughts linger.
my body feels tired
and yet restless. I want to
move but I cannot.
I am heavy with an emotion
I do not fully comprehend.
"these are my bad thoughts," I say
to myself, "do not think these
bad thoughts." and so
I try to stop myself from hearing
the words I long to push away.
I do not control when these
thoughts come to me, they appear
when I am most vulnerable.
"these are not truly bad thoughts,"
I tell myself confidently, trying
to reassure myself that
I see them as this because they
frighten me. they fill me and
they are something I cannot stand.
please remove me of
my bad thoughts.
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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 :)
