i don't
really like
to close
my eyes
it really unleashes
demons.
in bed
my eyelids
beg that
i give them
that sweet
relief
but with that
sweet relief
comes
overwhelming
darkness.
i move
my arms
and legs
and i don't feel
anything
near me
but my eyes
hate
being shielded
from anything
they can absorb
to make my life
hell on earth
so they put
these atrocious
visions in my head
until i can't keep
them closed
any longer.
it's always been
like this
ever since
i was a boy.
these providers
of my visual senses
let me see
and ponder
beautiful
sights and
gorgeous people
in the day.
but when the sun
falls to its knees,
they grant me
no mercy.
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flecks of charisma
Poetry(old bad poetry don't read pls ahhh) flecks of charisma is a quintessential guide to not knowing how you're feeling, not knowing how to deal with it, but knowing how to adjust your life around it. some days are tough and some days can elongate into...
