As the evening ticks on I sit and ponder Inside my restless spirit I witness the comings And goings Of all the people Through the pixels of black Scrolling or trolling The ether holds such power Yet it’s substance is weak Usage of color inside words A slip of the keys Portrayal in portraits In lives out of the hives But what is the point Engaging in this parade Do you show off your mask Create those tasks So I wonder again If I’m in the right place Or did I just end up In a new trap for me
We are all immortal in our own time. Today I feel the warm caressing touch of life across my beleaguered face. Death does not escape me, but in this moment I am alive. One is immortal, if one has yet to understand what it means to die.
the bittersweet word left my lips but it kept the other words at bay - the ones I could never, ever say. I dragged those deeply rooted words, pulling them until they wouldn't budge. I wrapped them in my voice and let them go until thorny feelings seized my legs and dug into my soft, tender flesh. my fingers bled as I separated the thorns. they shrank, withering into the soil. and once they did, I whispered, "goodbye" for the second time, and I was finally free.
Those silent arguments in my head Sometimes make me wish I was dead My eyes all puffy and red I just don't want to get out of bed Is it normal to cry all night? Enough to wish I lost my sight In a ball, I clutch my blanket tight Wanting to give up in this endless fight All alone, out of sight No one sees this side of me No one hears my silent plea My pleas to be free My pleas to be me ~29/4/21