The way

It feels like I’m in this constant cycle of grief and despair At any given moment it can just overwhelm me.. It causes me to sink in what used to be sinkless waters of my mind it’s a feeling I can’t seem to untether myself from no matter how hard I try It’s like a stubborn in grown toenail that you continuously pick at and irritate and soon enough infection starts to grow or like black mold that starts with just one speck in a forgotten crevice of a room and soon turns into a million specks all around your surroundings I wish I could free myself from this cycle from this pain this internal warfare I’ve found myself in If only simple words like “it’ll be okay” actually made a impact there has to be a way through this ocean of pain I have to find a way

Request permission to use this poem

Written by

sai-tachibana

For You?

Explore

Hello PoetryVoting

Write