When nothing hurts anymore,
I find myself missing the days where I'd tumble around in my mind.
It felt like walking a tightrope
Not knowing where I could go except the dumpster fire on the other end of the line
But there was something predictable,
And comfortable in standing in the ashy remains.
Now that nothing hurts anymore,
You'd think I'd be amazed.
I've nothing to do, and no way to spend my days.
My mind was a torn up picture before,
But the image was clear to see.
Now the colors are all muddled up,
And that's the only fear I breathe.
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As Tears Filled Up my Eyes
PoetryA collection of original poetry strung together. Each chapter is a single poem that can stand alone and does not need to be read in any particular order to be understood.
