sadness.
twisting and coiling its way,
around my frail heart.
sending its deep poison in
through its jeering fangs.
it numbs me.
sweet numbness,
take me away,
to the valley of all things
unfeeling and
uncaring.
i want to know no strength
i want to feel no pain.
sweet poison,
infiltrate my heart,
make me numb.
i am nothing but dead to the world.
because that is what dead people do.
they open a void that ***** people in,
wrapping their hands in chains of gloom.
they cry for help,
beg for mercy.
fools.
wasting their time.
the numb don't feel anything.
only a cold that spreads
through their body
like a virus,
or some sort of
disease.
spreading through them,
filling their arteries and veins,
until they are numb,
like the cold, grainy sands of the earth
they are numb.
they feel nothing.
sweet snake of sadness,
send your venom.
straight to the heart,
send it quick.
for before death,
there is always a great sadness.
but is death ideal?
do i want to eternally
wander the earth waiting for
the mystical hosanna to call us
all for our last judgement?
is death the only means of permanent numbing known?
i mean, there are drugs.
but do they last?
do we last?
what effect do we leave
on this coccoon,
this shell,
of protection called earth?
what do we leave?
do we leave hatred,
unsettled feelings,
and people in chains of sadness?
or do we leave a sunflower?
a sign of hope, peace.
a sign of looking towards the brighter light?
Okay so I basically poured majority of my recurring thoughts into this poem. That is why it is titled "my wandering mind"