My back aches for you.
The weight of you, weighs me down.
When I am blue. I think of you.
Red blossoms in my heart. Without pain.
With it, I am strong. I cannot drown.
Full of shame. Scarred when there once was pain.
Devilish charm. A quote. A mask. A mop.
False identity. That which cannot be truly obtained. The green, forcibly removed.
Irreversible.
Disk explodes. Memories fade, purple heart slows.
It was never real, only real to one.
Time wasted.
When my back had ache, I should've rested. Instead I continued. Folly.
Now I pay. A debt owed. Paid in full.
Humanity taken, left in a white shell.
Now I feel. Now I feel like you felt.
Now, her back aches. She does not rest.
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Two Five Nine
PoetryA collection of poems , all written at midnight during the Covid-19 Pandemic. Streams of consciousness, ranging from all ends of the emotional spectrum.
