I am in a deep pit of uncertainty
A hole of emptiness and loneliness
I don't want to be happy
I don't want to smile for a little while
I don't want to be good momentarily
Just to go back to my empty tunnel of darkness
I want to be free, to be found but being found means you will be lost again and I don't want to go through it again because the first time I cracked
I became vulnerable the crack allowed the weather in, it allowed the crippling winds of fear to lick my wounds with a mocking salty salve.
It allowed the seas of sadness to wash me away with blankets of waves washing the joy off of me and covering me in the smell of sea wheat too real for me to bear
Even taking away my scent and striping me of my identity.
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PoetryAs the days come and go... the sun turns into the moon and like a withered flower i am feeling low. -so filled with the fear of going too soon. for that i fill the earth with the words from my mind so that ages from now someone may find- and forev...
