Puzzled
My native language seems foreign
everything I've known seems B Ro kE n—
Scattered
My thoughts are incoherent
in pieces and distant
from
each
other
Fuzzy
My brain can't function
It's stuck at a junction
Between Medication
Assualt
Mania
Regret
It hurts, and I cry, and the pain reminds me all the time
Of that spring and that summer
That fucked me uP and Down and over.
I almost miss the absence of emotion.
The lack of feeling.
The want for nothing.
It gave me rationality-
only now do I realize the anger that accompanied,
and the gilded veil it provided for the mess that was inside of me.
I was together, but in the wrong order.
I was destroyed and now reside in pieces.
I am constantly struggling, degrading, suffocating.
And oft find myself mute
Writing childish couplets to vent and exude
my frustration from miscommunication
with You.
YOU ARE READING
Disturbing the Universe
PoetryA collection of the things I am feeling, have experienced, or have realized, told through my own or other perspectives. Probably written in prose; it may or may not rhyme on occasion. By the way, the title is also a reference to one of my favorite e...
