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Here it comes again
The maelstrom of thought that kills
The corroding energy that eats
All it does is take
I hate it
And yet I let it in so easily
Without fuss nor fight
I let it take control
Driving me straight to its signature domain
An empty space of despair
I can't escape here
I hate it here
And yet I sit and watch as it pullover
Dragging me right to the thick of it
Do I like it here?
If yes what those that make me?
A *******?
A soldier?
A survival?
A man?
Nah it definitely not that
And yet I watch
It manifesto slowly converting my memory
Good is bad and bad is bad
It spread and spread
Always taking
And yet I watch
It as it all now
there nothing left
And yet I don't move
Fight! Fight!
A whisper, it's fading
But I don't respond
It continues, and yet I didn't
Weak, it watches with me
Without judgement or hatred

"What happened? Where did it all go? Who...who are we"

It questions, the only sound in this tar of Tartarus
But I only have one answer

"I'm tired"
🙃🙃
A kiss
can be prelude
to love
or is just
a one-off-
each case differs
with its story
whether happy
or unhappy
in varying intensity

and those
who haven't
kissed before
or being kissed
know not
its mystery
and what
has been missed
I say I’m fine,
It’s just easier that way,
No questions asked,
No truth to betray.

I smile and nod,
While I’m breaking inside,
Too scared to speak,
So I run and hide.

I’m tired of lying,
Tired of pain,
Wishing this silence
Would wash away like rain.
I can’t keep it in anymore and I know it. But I just can’t speak out the words.
My baby is proud of me,
Of all the poems I wrote,
That's all the praise I need,
Just write,
Write some more,
Till my pen tip is course,
So I can sing to her.
Her unwavering support helped me here
I am the flower growing in between cracks in the sidewalk
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