The water rushing past my eyes
Consumes my thoughts, swallows my fears
It flows down my face, down my back
Drowning all the tears.
The thoughts, surfacing, and then,
G o n e with the artificial rain
Pouring down, cleansing me,
Masking the pain.
Why does opening my eyes
Make it all come rushing back?
The waves of the sea, here and then gone again
The sun is all this moment lacks.
Please,
Let my bury myself in this world
Of solitude, of indifference,
Of emptiness.
Please,
Let everything disappear into the water
So I shall never have to think again.
I will step out of this,
I will live though this,
But please, let me go live, truly.
Why must I do this?
I crouch, and the water takes over.
Filling me.
I am nothing, I feel nothing.
I am free.
Please,
Let my bury myself in this world
Of solitude, of indifference,
Of emptiness.
Please,
Let everything disappear into the water
So I shall never have to think again.
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Organized Chaos - These are My Thoughts
PoetryNo, These are not poems. So flimsy a thing as can be called a few words on a page. These are thoughts. Paper thoughts, broken and scattered and gone like the wind. Iron anvil thoughts, never leaving though it is all I can ever ask of them. Invisible...
