Toss redemption over my shoulder
Kiss the cooling touch farewell.
It worries me no one sees my deceit, but its better than having to tell.
And I try so hard
not to think like this
but my blood has a
tendency to dwell.
Even though it's a sign of false health;
the worry teeming with aw-struck woe.
I'll keep pouring words out into this well;
used as a shrine to all that I know.
And dedicated to those
who've let their futures go.
I'll embrace these inner, more intricate emotions,
Desperate in attempt to escape a great hell.
Hopefully slowing their consumption of everything
I need, though only the the time will tell.
A con artist am I?
Or ignored so rather than
paid any lovely attention to?
Watch it pile back up again.
Sychronizing movements,
Cloned the past and up above
A genetic mutation of society
A believer in loss and love.
Floating on the water
For years and months and days,
Tried once but didn't stretch too far,
It's easier this way.
I'm tired, so tired. Of everything.
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The Things I Leave Unsaid
PoetryMy thoughts in poems. I'm not suicidal or even truly unhappy. I'm just confused and lost and I hope someone out there understands. These are the everyday thoughts I have that float around in my mind. This is my life, in poems. I like my poems and I...
