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Rarin' To Find

Out There Constantly

By Thavien YliasterPublished 4 years ago • 2 min read
Rarin' To Find
Photo by Shoeib Abolhassani on Unsplash

It’s hard to think

Let alone sleep, caught in my dreams

Someone to hold

As nights grow cold

In deep, dark, sleep

The love I gave, been unreturned

So, I felt burned

I pride myself

For giving help

When I’m in need

Yet, I could lose somebody

Yeah, I could lose somebody

That cares for Meee!

***

I’m just in my head

Always filled with dread

About my days.

I try to love

My very self

And no one else.

If I can’t love my Bod-Ay!

If I can’t love my Bod-Ay!

Then who would love MEEE!

***

So when I made a choice

In search of my own voice

What did I see?

I saw my meager frame

All myself to blame

No one else but Meee…

And so I HURT somebod-Ay!

Yeah, I hurt somebod-Ay!

And that was Meee!

***

I always wanted love

The more I chased it shoved

Away from Meee…

If fate could be so cruel

Depressing thoughts it ruled

Sending me to sleep…

It killed my own outside growth…

Of somebody that I should love most…

And that person was Meee!!!

***

For I was too afraid

To make the proper change

I want for Meeee…

But now I have to brave

All these brutal waves

Of my mind’s seas…

I could’ve drowned SomeBod-Ay!

I could’ve drowned SomeBod-Ay!

And I couldn’t BREATHE!!!

***

Alone in my brain

I thought I’ve gone insane

But I just weeped.

Neurochemicals

Putting Limitals

The Poison Seeped…

My brain just floated…

My brain just floated…

In depression DRINK!!!

***

I locked myself in a dark room, with my own thoughts

I talked myself through my own pride and faults

In the dark I floated…

In the dark I floated…

In a tank of salt!!!

But from on there I was not scared to be alone.

It’s been that way since I’ve grown and left from home.

I’ve got some more better headspace.

The whole world’s my own place-

Meant for Me to Grow!

***

Upon the land

With my own hands

The seeds I’ve sown…

To become the man

That I wish

So that I grow.

My own dreams are ComIng…

My own dreams are ComIng…

To be made TrUe!

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Thavien Yliaster

Thank You for stopping by. Please, make yourself comfortable. I'm a novice poet, fiction writer, and dream journalist.

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    Written by Thavien Yliaster