Sometimes I forget my worth;
Forget my power and my skill.
I'd forget what makes "me" me
On a sheer force of will.
All of those extreme hallucinations,
And all of the silly anecdotes,
That made me a person
Among others in their sunshine raincoat's.
It forgoes me for awhile,
Until I come back.
All smothered and joyful,
And wearing the same things they have on their backs.
This weird coat of knowledge and purity would hold me,
Trembling and quaking with unseen beauty;
Simplistic and fortuitous in every glisten and form.
Just like the moon, and the stars, from another sky torn.
This curious creature dances beautifully through the day.
And although many stand and watch,
None send a compliment her way,
Or a smile to the efforts of a beauty at work.
So as the sky grows for this creature,
I deteriorate back in.
Still dancing and joking;
Wearing a falsified grin.
I'd wearily trek back to the sky,
Not a single cloud left to show.
But then the world would begin to cover with stars.
Just as the ground with snow.
Soon the moon's light will flood over me,
Bathing me in joy and creativity from head to toe.
Turning me back into that simplistic lovely creature.
This amalgamation that I just love to know.
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My Brain Left To Rot
PoetryA book filled with poetry that I wrote in my free time. Read at your own brain cell loss. COPYRIGHT NOTICE All of these poems are the intellectual property of @IzzaBeast and are protected under copyright law. This collection is an original work wri...
