It's as if the times
With fingers intertwined
Were merely forms of my imagination
My mind a master of design
I'm pulled one way and then the other
From the tug of war within my mind
Left, or right?
Up, or down?
Love, or loss?
Forming irrelevant paranoia from within this skull
Of days that we're sugar-coated
For my heart's sake
And for the sake of my sanity
I'm trying my best to lose this grip
Of a hand of a poltergeist, gone
But every time I try,
I'm pulled another direction
Still holding onto everything
Never letting it go
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phosphenes
PoetryA collection of poems about mental health, identity and love. TW AND CW FOR POSSIBLY TRIGGERING TOPICS.
