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In my room, stomach feeling empty, allergic to good food
Mental boom, I could have been petty, so let me just cook
Lately I, have been dealing with much, trying to explore
With my torch, searching inside of my mind, I just heard the beast roar
Confluence of interest and overthinking made me, run away from true love
I guess one day I'd have to conclude and mourn, that it's forever gone
Maybe my, pen would stop writing about it eating me, but the pain is still raw
For every single ceiling I make for myself, I still count 1000 flaws
3 is the time, I have tried to appear at that court, waiting to be judged
Judge looks down, says it isn't your turn, but He still calls me son
We don't talk as much as I would like, I feel it's really my fault
Roll my tongue to talk but nothing comes forth, cat's got my tongue locked
On Freya's day, I go to see my shrink, to find out what's new up north
Still holding those keys, from that room that I locked, I repainted the door
But I feel she is close to the deep, finding it and my drawers of sock
Black balloons, I might frighten her and she'd run away from my mansion
Over time, I have thought of leaving this course, maybe try to take a long pause
I still struggle with certain concepts, it does really feel broad
Somehow I found a way to hold on, it's a massive anchor
I love kids, it's what motivates me on, purest things in this world
I don't know the state of Olympus, it's been a while since I called
Zeus and Hera, still picking up bones, with no vertebrae to support
Ares thrives, Loki really at peace, Athena, Hermes, I should give them a call
Oizys tried to hold it together, while it tore him up, blood all up on the floor
Now it's back to reality when I am in my room, now I have food
Appetite comes at weird times so I don't cook, I just eat
People think 100 different things about me, rarely care, It's all cool
If you were all up in my own head, it'll scar you too, without bruise
About the Creator
Harydo Neon
I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
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Comments (2)
History vibes. Love to read that!
Oooo, I especially loved the mention of the Greek Gods. Fantastic poem!