sitting in the dark
emptiness all consuming
lifelessness is me
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why do i feel void
of anything sensible?
anything at all
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numbness, an embrace
hugging me so i can’t breathe
squeezing me to death
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snap out of the haze
i just close my eyes and breathe
waiting is the fight
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sometimes i feel faint
with all that i cannot do
all i will not see
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is it all my fault?
it must be my laziness
i am such a fraud
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everything is dull
everything is black and white
everything is gray
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to be void of thought
happiness and sadness too
i am not myself
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struggling to see
unable to form a thought
or to read a word
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time does pass us by
will this broken consciousness
haunt me all my life?
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i want to succeed
dissociation, you
do not define me
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i don’t want to fade
i don’t want to feel this way
i just want to be
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angela hepworth
Hello! I’m Angela and I love writing fiction—sometimes poetry if I’m feeling frisky. I delve into the dark, the sad, the silly, the sexy, and the stupid. Come check me out!
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Her screams diminished as Llion was dragged away from the cell. The stench in the corridor was less but there was still damp, decay, defecation, death. His feet dragged, like a raggedy puppet, the guard either side of him holding him fast. He could feel their individual fingers digging into his scant flesh, leaving their impression on his bones.
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Comments (14)
Beautiful and painful poem Hope You can heal and bring You energy to free Yourself out into Light ! 🩷🌷🌞😊
I might think that the first stanza is brain narrative itself.
Extraordinary! Those Haikus are great...and put together....wonderful
This was so poignant and relatable! Loved your poem!
Really great work! Feel that disassociation hit time to time for sure 🩷
Love this it’s so me feeling this as well , you describe it well
A touching piece, Angela!
I can't express just how amazing this is , so good.
You paint a clear picture of dissociation. It's a tough thing to write about, but you've done it elegantly. Great job!
Love the use of the haiku form! Very raw and urgent tone
Wow. Just wow.
Fabulous job
Such a beautifully written poem!
Wonderful words you have spread ❤