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72 · Mar 2020
I want to understand
Willie Mar 2020
Life is a sick joke
Cruel to those who strive to be kind
I want to know
How do I see when I am blind

Am I supposed to believe
Let someone else take control
Of my life's reigns
Feel good inside my soul

Should I discard my feelings
Memories I hold dear
Leave  my judgement
Out of existential fear

I am a drop in a barrel
A sheep in a herd of cattle
I don't belong to this tribe
I don't have the right vibe

I distance myself
Out of fear of judgement
I know I am broken again
A caricature of man

A larger than life mockery
Of the human condition
I am a slave
To my demons' inhibition

When does the doubt end
I need to know
I'm asking for a friend
When do we get to go

When is the tour of hell over
Is there a stop at the end
Does it get better
Or is it just another blend

Pain tastes different now
No longer stings
It takes away the edge
It makes me feel things
71 · Feb 2020
Tactile
Willie Feb 2020
Feel your breath on my skin
Flowing through goosebumps akin
To single treetops on hills
Your single touch feels
Iridescent

I feel in colours abound
I breathe in waves of sound
My heartbeat mimics my feeling
It has me kneeling
At your feet

I wish to feel all of you
To know your depths true
To feel what you are
See you for the first time
Anew

The smell of you still lingers
Like sand slipping through my fingers
Slowly it fades away
How I wish it would stay
To remind me of you

I taste regret of my past
Feelings that should never last
I taste the shadows I cast
They taste so vast
Could you shine through

Could you help me
Set my limits free
Make me a new person
Reborn in your arms
Willie Apr 2020
A soft tap against windows
Amidst misty lights I find
Myself beginning to unwind

I see the reflection of faraway
Orange lights in the teardrops
Of the sky

I see ghastly clouds form
Pouring their heart out over barren souls
And pass me by

I see no lightning
Hear no thunder
Only my thoughts

And the soft patter
Against the windows
Water by Wind brought

I hear the trees sway
Rhythmically
And bend to Wind's will

And in the morning when I wake
I find no peace
But the windows are still
69 · Mar 2020
Enough
Willie Mar 2020
I have lived a timid life
Fueled by my weakness
Buried by my fear
Killed by doubt

And I see those around me
Scars telling tales
Lengthy stories of loss and fear
And I can't help

I can't relate
My life has been without
And I feel helpless
Weak in the face of true cruelty

Why has life dealt these cards
To those so undeserving
These beautiful cracked portraits
Filled with potential

Leaking out sadness
Only through cracks
They radiate smiles
But I only see the sadness instead

I want to reach out my hand
Take theirs in mine
But I am not enough
I will become enough

— The End —