endless pit
in which i'm only
falling in the dark
dark
dark dark
i can't tell if my eyes
are closed
or if they're open
but even when
i touch the lids
of my eyes
i see greens blues and yellows
more than this
pit will ever give me
even if i try
to look for walls to
get ahold of
i can only
go against the current
and climb my way higher than
the lows i've been in lately
and i don't know
how deep this will go
no longer being able to
look up
to see if the lights
still there
if there's a chance
to go up
but even the universe
is it's own pit
of black infinite
i confuse both
that maybe
i'm safer next to stars
forgetting
the burning gas
it is
maybe
there's smoke
no one sees
and when
i go to touch them
i'm burned
coughing up smoke
but even that's
a little better
than the endless
dark
i'm always seeing
always being swallowed up by
that's better
than knowing
you will never land
or be able to climb
back up
just falling
with the wind
as forgotten company
i could
only just fall.
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the dawn of us
Poetrycover by duvetjae a series of written poems about love, trauma, and moving on. disclaimer: this books discusses many serious topics, read with caution.
