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once you live with desolation a little too long, you unknowingly open the door for it to be an everlasting companion.
❝waking up is sometimes hard❞
the weight of it is hoisted by your heart,
the sight of it for your eyes to dart.
❝all of my work just sits in a pile❞
the taste of it is abhorrent and vile,
the state of it until doomsday hostile.
❝how am i supposed to continue?❞
the intent of it is to paint you blue,
the touch of it stuck to you like glue.
it's a figure with a looming shadow in hiding.
has a cold, stony hold on your wrist.
speaks in your ear in a coarse whisper so only you can hear.
the everpresent feeling of your insides in a twist.
what is it that keeps you from making an attempt at escaping its evil embrace?
why is it, that every time there's a ray of light in your vicinity, it seems a little too far?
who was it that elected your position in the world inside your own mind?
and where is it that you unquestionably belong?
our minds truly are prisons
too intent on staying cold,
even with the changing seasons.
does that make us the pickets?
guarding what we don't even know,
making others overlook the thickets.
thoughts construct the blank walls
thick enough to absorb the voices
when at last help calls
and then come the bars;
with a longing to be just one
of the thousand passing cars.
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*bond, prison, chain, tie, captivity, band
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delirium
Poetrywhen the darkness outside my window turns gloomier than the one inside me, the words embedded in my chest sparkle like jewels. || poetry collection. ©️2019 by auro m.
