once present,
the shadows of the not-so-forgotten
the shadow of me
we'll be used as images
to display suffering
as two animals, (nearly the same seen
from the outside)
they are tied together
arguing, like children
about why such a thing
such a painting
of my shadow on the wall
would happen
the phones will know, they will chat
speaking amongst each other
talking about the new
this and the new that
i ask what is happening
before i am next
my shadow on the wall
along with my peers
the fellow pupils
this reality is a
chorus of voices shouting at
each other saying the same things
when none of them
(if they knew the answer)
can voice the truth
as another will agree
and the next
diluting the first point
in an idea known as
disassociation.
my shadow will be on the wall
each square inch
a blot, from each round
which will enter me.
the voice of mine is just another
in a small chorus
stuck in a small room
all yelling amongst
one another.
at least i've accepted
my reality.
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 5:31 PM UTC
once present,
the shadows of the not-so-forgotten
the shadow of me
we'll be used as images
to display suffering
as two animals, (nearly the same seen
from the outside)
they are tied together
arguing, like children
about why such a thing
such a painting
of my shadow on the wall
would happen
the phones will know, they will chat
speaking amongst each other
talking about the new
this and the new that
i ask what is happening
before i am next
my shadow on the wall
along with my peers
the fellow pupils
this reality is a
chorus of voices shouting at
each other saying the same things
when none of them
(if they knew the answer)
can voice the truth
as another will agree
and the next
diluting the first point
in an idea known as
disassociation.
my shadow will be on the wall
each square inch
a blot, from each round
which will enter me.
the voice of mine is just another
in a small chorus
stuck in a small room
all yelling amongst
one another.
at least i've accepted
my reality.
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