my mind is a weapon
that is strongest in the night
in cold sheets,
by the light of the moon,
it is fueled by my watery eyes
and my trembles are only a cue for the weapon to kick in.
until morning, when light filters in through my blinds
it is then that i see
traces of gunpowder and scars still left on my skin.
//
What does this poem mean?
in case you were wondering, here's a lil breakdown. At night everything gets worse...mentally, anyway. Even though I love nighttime, that's when all the darkness in me builds up and overwhelms me. So i fight it all night long, until morning, when I'm left to deal with the gunpowder (like ammo, basically, it means all the thoughts, emotions, abuse, mental health crisises, etc. that wasn't used in the night. It's like a symbol for all the "darkness" that is yet to come.) and scars (self-explanitory, all the emotional, mental, and/or physical scars that were inflicted during the night).
Yeah, yeah, i know it sucks. That's okay.
Tell me what you think of it/your interpretation/what it means to you/ critique/idk just comment something XD
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Catharsis. {short poetry}
Poetry❝it is a pain in which there is no catharsis❞ - {Catharsis: the process of releasing, and thereby providing relief from, strong or repressed emotions} welcome to my catharsis.
