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I belong to my moments.
Exquisite experiences that bounce off the hills in the middle of July,
I read
"I belong to moments
Not to people"
And I feel this fear expanding inside for I am beyond my mind, beyond my life.
I am limiting myself to feel,
I am limited to experiences and expectations,
Feeling of too much suffering in the most boring way,
Bellyaches and anxiety have locked up my gates,
Being the Bane of no escape,
Gaining complete control over me,
But I'd like to think if my body attempted normaility how much things would change.
Would I be as reckless as I aspire?
Fulfil never ending desires,
Push myself towards my unrealistic dreams,
Allow myself to feel these things that wouldn't normally be.
Would I move on from this bubble?
Achieve to Make my mind a blank canvas,
Allowing any feelings to swallow me whole.
Life has been pretty dull.
A disorder so normalised yet effects every aspect of my life as a whole,
keeping me prisoner, locked away with no escape, a thrown away key deep inside of me,
I don't like going outside,
I don't escape my mind,
Dreaming of a life, if only we could change time.
If you was real,
Would you let me really feel?
Suffering and pain left behind,
Disgustingly awful making me unable to achieve Devine,
I would be able to make these mistakes a little lady normally makes,
Maybe it's to protect me?
Maybe to learn in a different way,
Belly aches and anxiety always overtakes,
It's clearly my never ending escape.
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YOU ARE READING
The Essence of Poetry.
PoetryA selection of poetry I have wrote over the years. Finally feel ready to present it and what better place than on here for you all. The privilege of being the first to see it's true essence. TAE.
