i have my own problems to deal with;
the relics that sit in the back of my head
the constant reminders
that you can't erase the past
the past is set in stone
the present is engraving itself
the future is a clean slate.
who i was and who i am
a spectrum, if i can even call it that
two sides; a dark and a light
the darkness has faded... yet still lingers
the light just distracts me
and drowns it out
but at the end of the day
when there's no light within me
the darkness comes rushing back in
a five hundred foot tall wave
crashing down on me and drowning me
i can't help it and i can't stand it
it hurts, but i show no pain
it suffocates, yet i show no resistance
it's all in my head
but it's all so real
i only have this one chance
the future is so malleable
i'm able to craft the present
into whatever i want
just for it to sit in the back of my head
but i'll never forget it
the darkness is too unsettling
the light is only temporary
i wish it could all go away
i wish i could start over
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aspect
Poetry"aspect" is a series of poems and journals i've written that collectively reflect my views and thoughts on the people and world around me. each entry has a personal connection to me and each volume follows a theme of its own. i hope that some of the...
