I sit down on the couch
Without speaking a word
I grab the remote and press play
Letting my mind wander and stir
It sinks and it settles
At times it simply meddles
My body resembles a wise tree
It has many rings inside
With roots firmly planted alike
Things that exist but cannot be seen
My mind is rarely thinking
It's nothing but an empty headspace
I lift my eyes unto the sky
To find a purpose, a real purpose
A purpose that no longer lives in me
My body starts to wane
As the pain weighs me down
My body is overtaken and slain
By the hardship that I've found
For I cannot escape it's clutches
As the pain slowly seeps inside
Emotions scattered through my veins
As I become as hollow as a rootless tree
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Letters of Poetry
PoetryThis is my third installment of poetry. Poetry that displays a clear reflection of me and my experiences in this life. As well as using all sorts of comparison and metaphors to express what it is that I'm feeling. May these words hold importance to...
