Separate ends of a spectrum
Do not matter to the mind,
Not when it is preoccupied
With this sudden, inconsequent find
Of buried troubles. One can
Be happy one day and sink in another
With no reasoning, no rationale
And definitely no other
Explanation as to why the head
Just cannot let things go,
Cannot be magnanimous and cannot be
Charming enough to hold
The toxins at bay, to release the dragons
Everyone wants to slay.
If I had the power, I most definitely would
Love to forget everything from now to yesterday.
If I could, I would.
If I could remake myself, I would.
If I could push out everything in my mind, I would.
If I could be a better person from today, I would.
If I could put a stop to all this pain, I would.
No one enjoys lingering in hell, darling.
No one wishes to be burnt alive.
No one seeks out pain without a reason and
No one this desperate would try to lie.
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Poems for the Sad and Weary
PoetryThis is my third book of poems and to be really honest, I'm thankful that I had even been able to finish the last two books. I feel like I'm a completely different person from the first book of poems I had started and that's okay with me. Maybe this...
