Always in the back of my mind
But never intertwined
Close enough to sense it
Detached, deaf and blind
Everything a feeble glimpse
Faces in the mist
Ghostly images protrude
Hellish scenes persist
Indisputable remnants
Jolly as they are
Killing time to form a semblance
Love, it’s time to part
Many try and many die
Never to be seen again
Overtop the mountains
Perceiving gentle trends
Quitting is a step ahead
Relapsing, one back
Severance a final hit
Train veering off track
Underneath the surface
Voices seeming weak
Withering and lurking
Xeric tunnels reek
Yes it’s true that red and blue are colors to be seen, but
Zero out of one times you forget the color green
About the Creator
My Tolerated Self
I'd like to think I'd escape for better days. Even though the needles pricking into my skin may urge me to stay put, we are not meant for boxes and contraptions that will keep us inside. The needles aren't real, they are like bugs crawling on my skin—those feelings will fade with clarity, but some days I am unwilling to step outside of my tolerated self; my bones crumble at the idea of a future uncertain. I'm used to the boxes that keep me in place even though I know I can walk right through them and I'd be fine.
By Andi Leigh3 days ago in Poets
We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arctic3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
I really enjoyed this set of poems!