Submissions by Sonotapoet

It burns like a match;
hot and relentless,
but only for a moment.
Then it leaves as fast as it came.
I wish I had seen it coming.
I wish I had opened my eyes.

I went to see my psychiatrist the other day. I told him exactly how I was feeling, wondering what he'll say. He must have forgotten his purpose, because all he did was write a prescription to take my feelings away. WHO SAID I WANT TO FEEL NOTHING AT ALL? All I asked for was advice on how to cope with the falls. This got me thinking. This epidemic is all too common now: the attempt to escape through temporary vows. Everyone has their own fake alter-ego just despite their inner being, so now I cant even tell which side I'm seeing! Then there's all the he said, she said, morning after regrets,...