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The blackness
calls to me
On days like this
When my heart
beats
so
irregular
within my chest
My heartbeat
Feels so foreign
sometimes
Like it just doesn't belong there
Like it doesn't really belong to me
Like it's trying to get out
And on days like this
I begin
to understand
why
my ribs
are called
a cage
And I sink
Further into this depression
My heart beats
Regardless
Through the bullshit
As I listen.
Trying to decipher what ails it now
And my mind wanders
You see...
...my mind...
...has a mind of its own sometimes...
And it wanders
As I wonder
What it'll take
to snap me
out
of my reverie
calls to me
On days like this
When my heart
beats
so
irregular
within my chest
My heartbeat
Feels so foreign
sometimes
Like it just doesn't belong there
Like it doesn't really belong to me
Like it's trying to get out
And on days like this
I begin
to understand
why
my ribs
are called
a cage
And I sink
Further into this depression
My heart beats
Regardless
Through the bullshit
As I listen.
Trying to decipher what ails it now
And my mind wanders
You see...
...my mind...
...has a mind of its own sometimes...
And it wanders
As I wonder
What it'll take
to snap me
out
of my reverie
Published 16th Mar 2016
| Edited 17th Mar 2016
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16th Mar 2016 10:38pm
I begin
to understand
why
my ribs
are called
a cage
silenced and stopped me in my thoughts for a few seconds.
This is one of your best, Apollo. Deep-seeded ink from a genuine place.
One thing, I only wish it had ended with reverie.
to understand
why
my ribs
are called
a cage
silenced and stopped me in my thoughts for a few seconds.
This is one of your best, Apollo. Deep-seeded ink from a genuine place.
One thing, I only wish it had ended with reverie.
17th Mar 2016 00:45am
Thank you Ahavati
Initially that's where it ended
But I don't know...it just didn't feel complete...
Initially that's where it ended
But I don't know...it just didn't feel complete...
17th Mar 2016 2:01am
some days are meant to be a poem,
the dark or the light of it.
fine work...
the dark or the light of it.
fine work...
17th Mar 2016 8:49pm
18th Mar 2016 2:19am
I begin
to understand
why
my ribs
are called
a cage
This also took my breath away, the way you added this makes it seem deep and passionate. I love the way it is written to feel like in a cage , means a lot to some people.
to understand
why
my ribs
are called
a cage
This also took my breath away, the way you added this makes it seem deep and passionate. I love the way it is written to feel like in a cage , means a lot to some people.
19th Oct 2016 9:06pm
