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By SolApathy
Break me with just a word
Something unexpected, unheard
Cast a thick fog of doubt
Should I bother figuring this out?
Surely my darkness didn’t draw you to me
Can you see I just want to be left to the swallowing sea
(if only you knew the corners of my mind, crying)
Struggling not to let you see I would die for your touch
It’s too much, this cannot be
Exploring your intentions with my twisted visions
Exposing something that can’t possibly be real
Much too damaged to feel
…Can’t travel back to what I left behind
-Broken-
Why would you want to heal someone
Sealed in their own crypt of mental reflection
Why would the word
-Love-
Escape your lips?
Were you being real
Were you just trying to conceal intentions unknown
Throw me off balance so I couldn’t scream
Scared of feeling- I think of my pills
Would the doctor object if I downed the bottle whole?
I remember his words that they would help me
Let go
Perhaps I should swallow 17
You see that’s what’s left
I’ve counted
I know they would bring me death
End this confusion
-Break the thoughts; this is all an illusion
Avoid thinking of you and what we could be
If only I wasn’t so broken
Unspoken
You smile in sweet bliss as I give you my last kiss
You see I took the pills
In a moment, I’ll be gone
In a few days, you will have moved
…On
Something unexpected, unheard
Cast a thick fog of doubt
Should I bother figuring this out?
Surely my darkness didn’t draw you to me
Can you see I just want to be left to the swallowing sea
(if only you knew the corners of my mind, crying)
Struggling not to let you see I would die for your touch
It’s too much, this cannot be
Exploring your intentions with my twisted visions
Exposing something that can’t possibly be real
Much too damaged to feel
…Can’t travel back to what I left behind
-Broken-
Why would you want to heal someone
Sealed in their own crypt of mental reflection
Why would the word
-Love-
Escape your lips?
Were you being real
Were you just trying to conceal intentions unknown
Throw me off balance so I couldn’t scream
Scared of feeling- I think of my pills
Would the doctor object if I downed the bottle whole?
I remember his words that they would help me
Let go
Perhaps I should swallow 17
You see that’s what’s left
I’ve counted
I know they would bring me death
End this confusion
-Break the thoughts; this is all an illusion
Avoid thinking of you and what we could be
If only I wasn’t so broken
Unspoken
You smile in sweet bliss as I give you my last kiss
You see I took the pills
In a moment, I’ll be gone
In a few days, you will have moved
…On
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© 2020 SolApathy
Published on Thursday, April 27, 2017.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
...Should we fight to break from our fate, or be complacent in its wake?Comments on "...17..."
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On Friday, April 28, 2017, Casus Belli
(8)
wrote:
Did you really just ask that question to a room full of writers and poets? Still, your style is quite uniquely spontaneous and I like that. Well done, poet.
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On Friday, April 28, 2017, SolApathy
(667) wrote:
The question was never for anyone to hear..The internal musings and chaos of feelings that no longer have meaning...They play up on the soul like a mistreated violin, playing a torturous melody of impending sorrows...
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