Drinking this bitter elixir
Won't help with the bigger picture
Sometimes it is neatly hidden
And is rarely ever written
*
Infrequently I know I should
Know I am gifted with special
But it will not do any good
Because I'm not on that level
*
Pursuing bigger ambitions
Wasn't easy to transition
I sunk back into my comfort
And thought of all I have suffered
*
I get sullied by my own fears
My anxieties on the rise
This busted heart is slowly pierced
While I'm hiding my shameful cries
*
I need to rid my bastard tongue
Of this disgusting rancid taste
To the back of my throat it clung
I can't be found in this same place
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Stuck and it sucks
About the Creator
DMTakeshi
DMTakeshi has zero credentials and these poems have a high probability that they are the ramblings of a person with a serious mental illness. Enjoy!
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