i've reverted back to the days when
i held a permanent position
in between the arms of an
ugly, paisley patterned easy chair.
i played a game of hide and seek--
hiding from feelings, sought only by others
to prove that i had some semblance of humanity
lurking behind my blank eyes.
those days were dark, angry
as they ate me up, gathering every drop
of my existence like a sponge
fast forward: i'm far away and
mom says the chair is gone.
what should have felt like anguish
feels like nothing.
all the feelings are in the chair
like coins hidden in the couch cushions,
gone before we recognized their existence.
i've reverted back to the days when
i held a permanent position
in between the arms of an
ugly, paisley patterned easy chair,
but now the chair is gone
and i am left to soak up the feelings.
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 1:52 AM UTC
i've reverted back to the days when
i held a permanent position
in between the arms of an
ugly, paisley patterned easy chair.
i played a game of hide and seek--
hiding from feelings, sought only by others
to prove that i had some semblance of humanity
lurking behind my blank eyes.
those days were dark, angry
as they ate me up, gathering every drop
of my existence like a sponge
fast forward: i'm far away and
mom says the chair is gone.
what should have felt like anguish
feels like nothing.
all the feelings are in the chair
like coins hidden in the couch cushions,
gone before we recognized their existence.
i've reverted back to the days when
i held a permanent position
in between the arms of an
ugly, paisley patterned easy chair,
but now the chair is gone
and i am left to soak up the feelings.
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