I
Sleep
Yet
Never
Rest

rumble of thunder
lightning across the skyline
light shines in the night

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Words don't come to me as easily as they once did
I've said it before
Said it before
said it before
Cynical echo sound away
So I erase, backspace, highlight and delete every syllable of love, fear, anxiety, I've lived through in this life
Smother my worth with worthlessness but I hope someone else feels they are worth it
That's my drive
Keeping a stranger alive another day, perhaps
Writing on a beach just to let my words wash away in the sand
Let myself soul drift out beyond the waves, but my body forgot to become drowned in the deep
where silence is the deadliest sound
and I've grown deaf
breathing but not alive

Can another poet put the words together for me this time?

String together the words aching inside my chest for these crushing feelings to feel validated.

The words that I sew through my broken heart to keep it from falling apart.
Stitch them together to make sure they stay right where they are
Because being in pain makes me feel like maybe you're not that far.

At least not just yet.

I would describe depression as purple
and show you the frailty of my sanity
a long hallway with a long staircase
that goes up as it goes downwards
parts of you will fall off as you climb
rattling and echoing like a ghost
passing yourself seven times over
dusty lungs barely keeping you up
do you ever wonder if it ever ends?