Sharing is caring
When sadness is opened up
And do I care?
They tell me I must
But it is hard to share
When first you have to trust.
I opened up.
Like a cabinet
All used up
I am
A fine, but old,
Marionette
Once fun
After time endless,
In a steady stream
I bled steadily,
For another human being
And this kaleidoscopic
Megalophobic emotion
Was stripped down
Until all pretence of healing
This intense feeling
Was tightly bound
In chain.
I spin silver webs
And weave them with pain
To remind me of my debt
So it drives me insane
And I bear this weight
Like some cruel twist of fate
And I feel enraged
––I am too tired to wait.
Time stays patiently
But stars move quickly
I butcher my memory
Until my Kool-Aid eyes are sickly
The sky,
My friend
The ground was always too distant
Alas,
I ascend
To whoever may be listening
The clouds,
I'll see you soon
It's hard to be around
When you're waiting for the Moon.
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The Book of Fantastical Confusion
Poetry"The most important thing, darling, is to live a fabulous life. As long as it's fabulous, I don't care how long it is." - Freddie Mercury Art, madness and poetry--whatever more could you need? Highest Rankings: #1 in poetry #1 in midnight thoughts #...
