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66 · Jul 2020
The Art of War and Peace
John Jul 2020
A chess match, inside myself, in my head.
The rules don't seem applicable today,
Logic is gone, I would rather be dead.
Alive and well, I'm in this hellish play.
Back and forth, and back and forth, black and white,
Your turn, my turn, your turn, wait, who are you?
I am playing this game by myself, right?
Fighting myself, 'round and 'round, never through.
Once a defeat has been made, losers weep.
To the victor goes the spoils, my life.
The smoke has cleared, I sob, without a peep.
Stalemated forever, my pain, my strife.
A word for the wise, serenity hides.
Stoically waiting, longing, for your eyes.
55 · Oct 2020
What We Never Became.
John Oct 2020
I try to remember the way we were,
Although I only recall what we never became.
Endless shouts of silence,
echo through my mind.
I’m filled with, a blissful pain,
burning so white hot, that I freeze in place,
Out of terror.
Now I can remember who I’m supposed to become, as I cherish,
what we never became.
52 · Jun 2020
Peaceful Terror
John Jun 2020
Trapped in a prison,
The cell is my head.
Nowhere to hide,
Repression passes time,
Depression stops time,
Anxiety makes time my cellmate.
Locked in a prison where freedom is terror.
50 · Jul 2020
Invisible
John Jul 2020
Immensely microscopic,
Numerously individual,
Numb from feeling,
A puzzle, who's missing piece, is amorphous.
44 · Jun 2020
Permanent
John Jun 2020
As an immortal spiritual being,
Who happens to be living a temporary human experience,
This experience,
Is beginning to feel,
Quite, permanent

— The End —