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559 · Nov 2017
Never Be Content
Dom Smith Nov 2017
Get me out of here, man.
I've got the fear,
It's killing me inside.

I'm losing out, losing time
Totally lost, my thoughts are crimes.
I've lost my voice, I've lost my soul, I know it's my fault. I know.  

The problem you see, is that I'm too scared to leave, I'm stuck in this rut, this beautiful rut. Everything's so comfortable, I feel okay..in this house; with its four walls and a bed so divine.

But...

When should okay ever be enough? Surely okay is enough.

It's not enough. It's not.
There's got to be more to life than this, a life so settled, so normal, so boring...so stiff.

Get me out of here,
I've got the fear,
It's killing me inside.

I'm losing out, losing time
Totally lost, my thoughts are crimes.
I've lost my voice, I've lost my soul, I know it's my fault. I know.
I wrote this during a very challenging time in my life.
348 · Jun 2020
Keep on, keeping on
Dom Smith Jun 2020
The year has passed, and I’m okay.
Let’s keep on, keeping on.

I look back on a year gone by, as I’ve learned about myself,
why this ‘n’ that happened - introjected values and such.

Success isn’t the world,
You can’t be nice all the time,
it’s not good to hide feelings away…
Oh man, I’m glad as well,

I’ve always had that empathy (for others).

Things have changed quite a lot for me, and I’m dead proud
of that fact. I’ve started self-reflection and stopped lyin’ (to
myself, and everyone else), despite this, sometimes I still feel

like cryin’, because of who I used to be.

That’s okay, because now I’ve got that empathy (for myself),

I’ve learned to ME with more respect,
More of that Unconditional Positive Regard.
It’s a work in progress for sure,
But I mean, it’s a start?
The year has passed, and I’m okay.
Let’s keep on, keeping on.
A reflective poem about my first year training to be a counsellor.
238 · Feb 2020
Metanoia
Dom Smith Feb 2020
You’ve taken my soul,
You’ve taken my heart,
And I don’t know how to get out of this hole.

I can’t be here with you, tied to this guilt, still I lay here pierced on the hilt.

This is my punishment, this is my pay for treating you like **** and cheating my way...through life as I lead you, lead you astray.

I’ll focus my energy on stress and this pain, so that I can try not to hurt you, hurt you again.

I spend my days, wishing I could go back, back to the start. I focus on art, to soothe every ache. But really there’s this guilty devil on my back, I’m praying just for the sake.

You’ve taken my soul,
You’ve taken my heart,
And I don’t know how to get out of this hole.

— The End —