expressing what i feel with words
trouble understanding and putting down
i'm tired of trying so hard to not drown
in these feelings that are so prone to striking
striking me with their fists full of angry stones and pebbles, bringing on their own personal hells
it's as if my feelings are those controlled by the king of hell himself and the poor tortured souls are me, damned for all of eternity
but maybe an eternity isn't an eternity, maybe throwing a pebble into a pond doesn't start a ripple effect, and maybe somewhere down the line, love and anger crossed paths and got mistaken for one another.
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Desiderium
Poetry"hold the world but as the world; a stage where every man must play a part, and mine is a sad one." - William Shakespeare
