One's remembered self;
the clash within one's present
self.
Christmas mournings,
childhood memories
of ripped apart years.
Those life pages
full of thorns
that never seem
to burn.
Circulus vitiosus
linked mental inhibitions
inability to construct
current ability to destruct and reconstruct.
The unwritten soul letters
from the heart sent to the brain.
The thoughts that still wake you up
on days of heavy thunder and rain
inside your head.
They will never rest.
The days you hide from the sun's rays.
The days you walk into complete blackness
to the other side of silence
with the only compass your own will to heal.
Your own will to heal.
Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 2:52 PM UTC
One's remembered self;
the clash within one's present
self.
Christmas mournings,
childhood memories
of ripped apart years.
Those life pages
full of thorns
that never seem
to burn.
Circulus vitiosus
linked mental inhibitions
inability to construct
current ability to destruct and reconstruct.
The unwritten soul letters
from the heart sent to the brain.
The thoughts that still wake you up
on days of heavy thunder and rain
inside your head.
They will never rest.
The days you hide from the sun's rays.
The days you walk into complete blackness
to the other side of silence
with the only compass your own will to heal.
Your own will to heal.
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