Alone but not physically
Stuck with my thoughts
My mind is loud, overbearing
The rain has settled the wind has calmed
The storm was my only company
Suffering in silence
Most people lay fast asleep
I cant hear my breathing
I can only hear the noise in my head
Too quiet... is my heart beating?
A torturous cycle
My heart beats
Or does it
This journey never ending
It started young
Countless battles to escape since
To change my fate
Yet here is this torturous cycle
Busy and quiet
Inside and out
Defective, functioning (barely)
Storms i love
Definitely not this one
I went for a very different style with this one, trying to exlore different ways of poetry, leaving more for the reader to interpret and dissect the way they may do so. Whether they may relate in their own way or whether they may not. Whether they relate in a way that is different to my thoughts and my personal meaning behind this i like to think other people can possibly relate in their own way even if it’s completely different to my own meaning behind it
A long and dark journey that feels never-ending.
A vicious cycle that lessens the pain.
But when you need to press the stop button, it quits working.
Negatives out-way the positives.
Yet you keep returning to your journey, to try and keep your mind at bay.
Temporary relief followed by enhanced and new problems.
So you stray back to the dark journey, one that feels like sunshine at the time.
So easy to give in, desperate for release.
Only to be left stranded in the dark alone, with the monster that lurks inside.
Writers block seems to be inescapable at the moment, but felt as though i needed to put some thoughts down on the page.