times and rhymes and anxious spines tired chest, worn weariness "you express yourself eloquently", she said "but you seem flat" how do I respond to that? fallen body, sunken in the chair I say the words, am I really there? a monotone voice and shaking knees is this what it truly means to be? they teach you the alphabet and how to count to three but not how you're supposed to see life differently when the streetlights are smashed and your lighters ran out your whisper barely heard, in your head it's a shout a distant plead an aching need the desire to be freed from this fatigue.
this one's angsty. I realise upon making a new poetry account in order to filter out all my old angsty ***** I probably should've posted my oldest ones first and my newest ones last. Oh well. I'm posting this one again bc although it makes me cringe a bit I don't mind it too much.