#deflating
Still breathing
But gave up trying
Heart still beating
Though I feel I've lost my life
Living proof grief hits harder than dying
I don't want to stop trying
And yes, I'd love to stop crying
'Cause life can be so deflating
I spot the gleem of the razor edge
And it looks so inviting
Death defying
I stole this pale horse I'm riding
Wrath and vengeance shouldn't be so enticing
What will it take to get my life back on track?
Hell, has it ever been?
I'm...
I'm having trouble remembering
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Mar 11, 2024
Mar 11, 2024 at 2:32 PM UTC
My head's full but light
Like a wandering balloon
in a summer azure sky
Gazillion thoughts...
and worries...
and low whispers...
Bouncing into each other
like the very molecules
of the helium pumped inside
when heated or triggered
Can't catch up
with each drifting residents
of the mind palace
Now I can't pluck
which is which that I feel...
that I think about...
Guess I got to deflate now
But how?
Ah! I must sharpened
the tip of pencil,
and let it waltz
until it creates a hole
to let out the air,
for the congested line of thoughts
stranded in a gridlock
may escape the devouring
overcrowded chamber
of different musings.
Jan 15, 2020
Jan 15, 2020 at 12:47 AM UTC
This is a torturous test
And I'm failing
In a state of unrest
So I'm flailing
And wailing
And bailing
On living
After constantly giving
And receiving nothing in return
Except extremely intense heartburn
To which there is no end I learn
So for peace my hopeless heart yearns
I want to sleep
In a streak
Of a week
For I'm meek
So I sink
Into drink
And drugs
Rolling on the rug
Looking for a plug
To stop my heart from leaking
And my eyes from peeking
At what I'm seeking
Because there lies only pain
That's a continuous rain
Growing like grain
Until I'm insane
Death is near
All my fears
What will happen before I die?
The question makes me cry
Will life be one big sigh?
I wonder why I even try
The waiting
Is grating
Equating
To deflating
So I become the nice guy
In the lonely night sky
Avoiding brutal daylight
For it's another day's fight
The most unsightly sight
Illuminated by the sun
Shooting rays like a gun
Until I see I'm the only one
I realize if I'm blind I can run
So I cut out my eyes
To ignore all the lies
And the carrion flies
In this giant pig sty
On an odyssey like Homer's
My mouth starts to foam over
Searching for a four-leaf clover
But only finding allergies
Which is this year's salary
In this dismal shooting gallery
Where I'll watch bullets fly
Until the day I die
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 2:13 PM UTC