I breath in a shallow breath of air
And it feels like glass prickling the inner walls of my lungs
The more I walk the further the distance seems to get to my next destination
The closer I think am, I am not
To take my last breath would be a waste of oxygen
Better uses could've been up taken by that as iginition to a fire
A starter to some kind of revolution
A new up taking
But it was wasted on me
I fail to see the light anymore and wonder if my rods and cones have warned out
Or maybe it is just me
They say colour is able to be seen by being reflected by the surfaces that cannot absorb it
But the more that colour is absorbed the harder it is too see
If I closed my eyes and couldn't see the light anymore would that mean I couldn't see
Or that I was in the next life
Void of anything and everything discord
In peaceful serenity
Or if I was still able to see would is all just be an intensity of colour and chaos
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Body without Mind
PoetryA glimpse into the mind of an empath, bearing in mind the toll of what can't be controlled but instead manifested into the mind's darkest creations.
