Life's tension is my lifeline,
Not seeking release in the hush of night.
Satisfaction, dull in your gaze,
It whispers of desires, fulfilled in despair
An end to the struggle, the urge to strive.
Tension, a demanding companion,
Stressful yet alive with feelings
Beyond the mundane, a reminder that I exist.
Alive, I tread the line, a razor's edge,
In the dance of tension, where shadows pledge.
Satisfaction, a corpse in cold embrace,
A grim triumph, a sinister grace.
No longer yearning, but chained I remain,
Embracing the tension, in anguish, I gain.
Thriving in darkness, where echoes refrain.
The rope pulls tight, the wire cuts deep,
Persisting through agony, no solace to keep.
In the tension, a symphony of despair,
A haunting melody, an unholy affair.
The threads, to which I know,
Are woven together inside of me.
YOU ARE READING
Poems: Gade 12- Present Day
PoetryFrom another guy in the world, to you. Words that aren't spoken, but remain true. I hope you find comfort in my poetry too. A rusted connection to my reality, because honestly. I've lost it.
