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Rose Cliff Sep 2021
Go
I want you to melt off me
You burden my shoulders
You are my disease
I cannot live with you
But I cannot make you go
I cannot escape you
You cannot escape me
We are mutually dependant
On the others destruction
This probably isn’t about what you think it is
Rose Cliff Sep 2021
This world is making me sick

If I eat
I feel nauseous  
If I don’t
Nothing changes

If I sleep
I am exhausted
If I don’t
Nothing changes

If I cry
I feel agony
If I don’t
Nothing changes

It must be this world
This world is making us sick
Rose Cliff Sep 2021
If I think
Or realise that I exist,
That I am real;
Breathing becomes too
Complex
Rose Cliff Sep 2021
I thought I would come back
But I haven’t
I’m still waiting

Where did I go.
Rose Cliff Aug 2021
I left behind that white room
Those white walls, white words
I left her in the seen not heard

Now Ive returned white room
Your mirror trapped white frame
Shows this child’s aged face
Rose Cliff Aug 2021
I want to find the eternal sea
Where the horizon dare not touch the sky
But they exist ubiquitously
Rose Cliff Aug 2021
When I close my eyes
The darkness recedes
But I want the it to take me
To lay me in a bed of grass
And never come wake me
Let my body decompose
And return to this ground
From which I rose

Then let me grow
I will metamorphosize
And bloom into anemones
The flower of the wind
I will study the skies
And learn it’s ways
There I might finally thrive
For I cannot bear this world
But I want to feel alive
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