My blocked thoughts
Hit the twisted pavement
And I scatter and fall
Across the righteous indignation
Alone and sober
My stomach empty
And I lay on the crossed bench
That lays steadily
I hear cries, screams, and laughter
The joys of children
And the emotions that gather
My mind blocks the upside down reality
My eyes steer into friendly imagination
Then turns into a deathly, falling desperation
A plea for help
Covers my mouth
A hushing whisper
Loses my sound
And my eyes dilate
To the unheard sounds
Of the painful blank calls
That Cover the clear drowns
And I walk slowly across the sidewalk
I hear voices of mouths that move and talk
And my aggressive visions
Twist in holes and circles
That turn in lack of delusions
Which filled with abnormal humans
The species spin in sweet hybrids
Of monsters and creatures
That past against city streets
That surround my generational vision...
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PoetryTRIGGER WARNING: Some poems are graphic about feelings I have experienced. This poetry book is meant to help many people get help, whoever is struggling with disorders, depression, and diseases, I am here. I am going through the same thing, I wanted...
