You turn on the music,
The tv,
And the radio;
To scare the silence away.
You’re scared that it will separate you from you.
You cling to the fear like a dying atheist,
Unsure what there is to come.
You are too busy living as a child,
And an old man.
You are running away from you.
You are being chased by your ghost,
Followed by the echo of the future and the past.
Body degrading in a crypt,
Below your carpet.
The smell wreaks of the death of you.
The vacuum of your mind is ******* you in.
You ask the person in the pool,
“Where is the person I recognize?”
The person asks the question too.
Your thoughts have become you.
Terrified of the life I live,
Looking for a way out.
I’m forgetting how to live.
As I try to find my way,
To the life I seek to claim,
I’m forgetting how to live.
May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 7:16 PM UTC
You turn on the music,
The tv,
And the radio;
To scare the silence away.
You’re scared that it will separate you from you.
You cling to the fear like a dying atheist,
Unsure what there is to come.
You are too busy living as a child,
And an old man.
You are running away from you.
You are being chased by your ghost,
Followed by the echo of the future and the past.
Body degrading in a crypt,
Below your carpet.
The smell wreaks of the death of you.
The vacuum of your mind is ******* you in.
You ask the person in the pool,
“Where is the person I recognize?”
The person asks the question too.
Your thoughts have become you.
Terrified of the life I live,
Looking for a way out.
I’m forgetting how to live.
As I try to find my way,
To the life I seek to claim,
I’m forgetting how to live.
Request permission to use this poem