For my soul it's easier to live in shadows,
be seen just like a dark siluet drawn by light.
I'm disgusted by all that covers my skull
and by the rest of me, flesh, fluids, hair and bones,
all that defines me in this reality of the world.
Take it all away and leave just the real me,
the form buried deep inside, one I cannot see.
Maybe after that, I might finally find a way to like myself.
Well at least, that's what comes to my mind,
when no one is around to fill the void with hopeful light,
quite awake during the first moments of a new day.
When they are here, this darkness usually won't last.
Their beacons of hope and suport firmly challenge their prey
and I'm just glad to have them around.
For thanks to that, I can at last find some reasons to like myself
again for a little while as long as there is someone by my side.
I smile behind my grumpy face,
even if deep inside I feel it's fake.
Without hesitation they offer themselves to the beast within me.
In hope they will take some of this pain away.
But the rotten thoughts can never leave this cage
it will always rot and spread the roots of disgrace.
But thanks to them it wont be that fast.
It even seems, there might be a time in days yet to come,
when some lovely light will cure the numbness of my heart.
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A Dimming Mind
PoetryA preview of a few poems from A Dimming Mind poetry collection. - I've pondered various ways to describe this book, but none felt right. It's not your conventional book-it's a collection of memories, my memories gathered over the years. The first po...
