Self-love is a zone prohibiting the entrances of painful solitude state and inferiority complex.
© Spriha Kant
I was on my zone
hard like stone
stands like mountain
with my inner
never want to frozen
My story shall be told
When i am gone
A story of a very brave
and courageous son
Fight with those left us to starve.
dancing on my own
out of comfort zone
two possible ways, but none is mine
I will ******* both and just feel fine
preserving The Gifts
friend to the thieves
existing on the edge of frame
ego flirting with the devil’s fame
I like what fear do
ca-сa-call me ******
Gravity has me in its pull once again you see
Anytime I feel myself start to orbit and feel free
Newton's laws have no problem reminding me
Laughter and leisure as free will flows
Attention fades in this comfort zone
Chatter with chewing, mixed between both
Unknown senses tickle the throat
More than a stutter
Chuckle has froze
Pretense to pose
Raising some questions
They already know
Air flow now closed
Gasping as no space left kept for breath
Eyes turn to water bloodshot entry blocked
Unimpressed to be consumed by death
Slapped to the back
Less access this isn't a test
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Use caution! Work zone!
Active poem in progress
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I stood there in the rain,
A lot running through this brain.
I let her go again.
Friend zoned without a bargain.
Now she's out of my domain,
Is it time to refrain?
Or should I try again?
Sometimes need loving
Step outside your comfort zone
Some fresh air and breathe
Love doesn't always come to your doorstep
Sometimes you must go find it