Jun 2016
thin lines becoming thicker
shallow lines becoming deep
I add more
and more
and more
line after line
of pain shifting demention and becoming dull
then I'm left hollow and light
to clean up the mess of monster
a monster I know but have never met
as the lines grow
it's presence grows
helping me create more lines in its wake
I add more each time
and each time it gets harder to pull away and stop
shallow lines becoming deep
I add more
and more
and more
line after line
of pain shifting demention and becoming dull
then I'm left hollow and light
to clean up the mess of monster
a monster I know but have never met
as the lines grow
it's presence grows
helping me create more lines in its wake
I add more each time
and each time it gets harder to pull away and stop
Any thoughts, tips, opinions, and/or criticisms appreciated.
This is a poem I wrote a long time ago, like, middle school I believe? I figured why not put them up here, what else am I going to do with them?
This is a poem I wrote a long time ago, like, middle school I believe? I figured why not put them up here, what else am I going to do with them?
