Everyday is the same,
stuck in an endless cycle of similarities
Life is the ring of a hollow bell
an empty glass of water,
filled only by the tears that fell
And yet nothing is the same;
Ties of friendships have stretched so far,
the red string we had now lost in the dark.
Anger is a festering wild animal inside of me,
snapping & biting at anyone i deem wrong to me.
Happiness & sadness are balanced on a blade,
I'm a volcano lying in wait
I'm a myriad of stars and open wonds
I am made out of daydreams and horrors too
Confused, repeating day after every day.
I need a turmoil on the outside to anchor me or these parisites will build to a storm I can not weather
There is no remedy.
So I cover the storm with a blanket of shallowness.
Become a shell of life, a shell of me.
Who then, am i to be?
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Poemtasia
Poetryshort poem and prose collection written by me, composed of all the words i'd rather not say and all the other words that make up my small fantasies hope y'all enjoy!!
