Stare at walls and it's peeling
Thin rivers of grey, pooling on the floor
That swallows you in an ocean of cold
Cries that muffle behind closed doors
Tears that creep onto numb toes
And down banisters that spiral
Into a dark, unfeeling oblivion
Melodic and oblivious
This world is my infinity
Under a life that is finite
And a fire that goes out
In a whisper at the sudden touch
Of a breeze
Crashing, gnashing teeth
Chewing madly at thoughts
That dig knees into my caving shoulders
And squeeze my heart until it's a
Popping cavity, till feeling is replaced by
Pill, and pill is replaced by empty giggles
Holy, like a prayer sent out into nothing
And yet hopes for a better tomorrow.
Oily, like ink that spreads out on paper
Tipped over by a quill that hasn't
Even started its story.
––Is this the end of my story?
A pathetic drift of scribbled words
Turned mad and desperate and hopeless
Or is this the prequel, what you must know
About what they know because the
Worst is yet to come––
Tales of dragon and woe
Sweetened by age and rum?
Will I one day laugh
At suffering
Like David
Laughing at what he barely survived?
Or will I one day crash
Like the Goliath
Who was given everything
And couldn't even stay alive?
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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 #...
