I lie here awake, in terror of the paper path being
unfolded as I lay here
The sound of it crumpling open to a future I do not
know, and couldn't possibly know, fills my mind
It drives my essence to be afraid of all outcomes
Each one presented with its own challenge and merit
The mistakes of my future begin today
The past rings below
Her name in my mind, since then until now
Shouting it's love and it's sadness at me
Beautiful, alike that to rain drops on a window
trickling down and creating streams
Some of these are phoned in
Some are well planned out
Who knows which is which and which matters
and which do not
A sinful melody, harmony and discord
Tonight is another night,
One more revolution around the sun
Holding us in place, in its steaming grasp
Another one, thoughts filled to the brim
Questioning its existence
Ever wondering what will become of this paper man
It's rhinestone edges
Cutting true, its thinnest portion the most powerful
Empathic in all the most painful ways
Terrorized from the Friday that is yet to come
11:38
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Two Five Nine
PoesíaA collection of poems , all written at midnight during the Covid-19 Pandemic. Streams of consciousness, ranging from all ends of the emotional spectrum.
