I said something real once.
I said something real once,
And people liked it.
I said something real once,
And people liked it,
And that scares the shit out of me.
I wrote because I was terrified
Of everything at once
And I had to lay down all the things
I thought I couldn't say
I wrote because I felt unique
I wrote what was predictable
I wrote with indignation
Tempered heavily with shame
Now I've moved on, but I haven't learned
Growing sideways, curved
Around the obstacles to reach for light
That's at a rainbow's end
Answering my questions with a
Maybe, someday, it depends
Borrowing my time and living on it
Keeping thoughts far from my wallet
The panic is gone but it's unprecedented
There's been no solution, the feeling's just spent
So it's crawled back to hide while I bide my moments
Dragging my carcass through sunlight and storms,
Counting the beats where I'm outside my doors
As the only ones where my heartbeat truly roars
Soon I'll run out of audible beats
First in spurts, then completely
I am in stasis
And when I'm in stasis
I lay back and let cabin fever eat me
I have a new landing pad now
The door shuts just fine
It's got oatmeal, a kettle, and books,
And it looks like it's mine
And sometimes, when I first walk in,
It smells like something died
About the Creator
Violet P. Davies
Words make me feel fulfilled occasionally.
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