Slowly slipping into sadness I sing songs of sorrow
tomorrow never looked so grim
i wish today wouldn’t stay
and before is a door I’m glad i got through
each moment is a component of this terrifying melody gripping me
and its tipping the scales of my mind
darkness prevails while i find less to relate to the light
hate dominates
anger appreciates
laziness pontificates
while fear delegates the whole negative choir
and i perspire trying to change the melody
steadily sailing i sink into seas of sorrow
i beg of you, let me borrow your love
my boat has lost its ability to float
and your care will help me prepare for the icy seas of dis ease that seize me
Tease me with simple nothings so my mind may focus on hocus pocus instead of the problem at hand
I can't stand this visceral separation
I can feel the congregation of empty space taking the place where my grace used to be
No more feelings of empathy as apathy consumes sympathy for the ones I love, no longer allowing me to rise above the waves
Turning expanse into caves with liminal room
A phenomenal womb of contraction
The nominal tomb where gloom becomes my doom
Waiting for the world to swallow and consume my everything
When death will bring the sweetest release
Peace
About the Creator
Nicholas Goodman
Poet. Writer. Avid Tea enthusiast. Truth seeker. Love maker. Wondering what makes the world smile and how I can create that in words.
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