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By Harydo NeonPublished 4 years ago 1 min read
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Seated on the beach, eyes out to the sea

She comes from behind, kisses me on the cheek

Smiles and tells me, everything bad would soon cease

How does she show such signs of certainty?

I know she loves me, but would it be enough?

Would it shelter me from the inevitable storm?

Life, a football pitch and all I want to do is score

Scared to reach for happiness, only to have way more

Too much happiness, leads to worried thoughts

Why am I happy? When would bad times return?

She makes me want to be a better me

How can I be better if I was never a good kid?

Past events creeping in, heard from them on that song

But I don't feel hurt by the memory no more

Insomnia grew tired of knocking on my front door

While I'm altering and deleting most of my thoughts

Maybe one day I'll confess it

All of my addictive habits

Write about my marks and incisions

Burn the pills and portions

Locked in a cage, on this island of peace

Breaking and rearranging, piece after another piece

I may come out different, I may find relief

But at least I would understand the grounds on which I'll be standing

surreal poetry
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About the Creator

Harydo Neon

I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.

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