I have felt strange as of late
In a way I have little inkling of
Perhaps a state I shouldn’t remain in
However, I seem to be unable to help myself
I don’t mean it in any dramatic way
As is seen in so many others
I simply lay too insignificant for such relevance
But perhaps this is where I find comfort
In this strife of mine
Quite a curious concept
Amidst a world filled with those
Who are controlled by their struggles
I have the inordinate audacity
To break bread with mine
I have seen what these aspects can lead to
Some call them demons, others refer to it more casually
Not even by name, but by their candor
Simple symptoms
Quite like describing a fragrant rose
I may be paradoxical in this
Taking solace in that which is meant to cause my regression
But I find sanctity in their resolution
Inviting their debate
Rather than rejecting their origin
I travel these paths
Joined not by those closest, as it should be
Rather, by these subtle ghosts
Haunting in their presence
Yet warm in their embrace
I am fortunate in this
Finding this place to go
In the nether of my mind
Joining this table alongside these ‘demons’
Engrossed in my subtle chaos
Overwhelmed by its aura
Yet comforted in its presence
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 3:36 PM UTC
I have felt strange as of late
In a way I have little inkling of
Perhaps a state I shouldn’t remain in
However, I seem to be unable to help myself
I don’t mean it in any dramatic way
As is seen in so many others
I simply lay too insignificant for such relevance
But perhaps this is where I find comfort
In this strife of mine
Quite a curious concept
Amidst a world filled with those
Who are controlled by their struggles
I have the inordinate audacity
To break bread with mine
I have seen what these aspects can lead to
Some call them demons, others refer to it more casually
Not even by name, but by their candor
Simple symptoms
Quite like describing a fragrant rose
I may be paradoxical in this
Taking solace in that which is meant to cause my regression
But I find sanctity in their resolution
Inviting their debate
Rather than rejecting their origin
I travel these paths
Joined not by those closest, as it should be
Rather, by these subtle ghosts
Haunting in their presence
Yet warm in their embrace
I am fortunate in this
Finding this place to go
In the nether of my mind
Joining this table alongside these ‘demons’
Engrossed in my subtle chaos
Overwhelmed by its aura
Yet comforted in its presence
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