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Mark Marcil May 2017
The seconds turned to minutes,
They then turned to hours,
Weeks,
Months,
Even years.
I still haven't found where my heart can be found.
The clock keeps ticking,
And everything continues to age and bloom.
Yet I am stuck wandering,
In the same sequence,
Constantly feeling I'm out of time.
Mark Marcil May 2016
I'm suffocating in the thick air of this disease,
carried in these winds of plague.
There's no shelter to hide from the storm,
no safe haven, no solace.
A vicious downpour of thoughts and emotions.
No clear skies, no sunshine.
Just clouds of cumulonimbus stature,
threatening the hail to come.
The lightening will strike me down,
stripping the life from veins.
But lightening will never strike there again.
I will be safe from the storm,
never again worrying about severe weather.
Mark Marcil May 2016
At 3:00 AM,
There's *no place to hide,

You're simply stuck in your mind.

There's no running from the darkness. It always catches up, accompanied by your thoughts. You cry in silence, alone and cold, just wishing someone would stop this. You want to see the light, you want a clear mind, but no, oh no, you can't seem to have either. The tears won't stop, the silence is deafening, and the darkness is blinding. All you can do is let it take you until you see the light of a new day dawning. Even then you'll be dreading the return of the dark, hoping it won't take you like the way it did at 3 o'clock that morning.
Mark Marcil May 2016
Lack of clean air to breathe; self polluted.
Lack of empathy; disheveled existence.
Free from happiness; constant disillusionment.
Free from reality*; trapped inside a dissociative conscience.

Devoid of function per the norm.
Seemingly unending consequence.
Brought upon by what action?
The justification is unknown.
Mark Marcil Mar 2016
I'm losing myself, and its sad to say,
all my days are slowly turning gray.
Suffice it to say, its my own fault.
Living a lie seems to be a result.
Every night I lay awake,
thinking about the next choice I will make.
Is it right or wrong?
Maybe the end, I've seemingly prolonged.
Was it brought upon by me?
Or was it from something I'm too blind to see?
Distorted visions.
Mind altering decisions.
Will I see this to the end?
Or will it be the end of me?
Mark Marcil Mar 2016
"As I stand on the edge, I feel the cool breeze flow through me.
I take in its energy, surround myself in its presence.
Becoming one with wind, I've found the necessary strength.
No longer grounded to Earth, I can fly.
Traveling far beyond the clouds, into the atmosphere."

Break free from your ties.
You are one.
The only you.
Spread your metaphorical wings and soar.
Find your life, your blood, your light.
I promise you its out there.
Its just waiting to be found.

— The End —