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PAGES OF NIHIL : DISQUIETUDE
It feels off...
Every time I catch a glimpse
The second seems to pause
Adjusted circadian
Burns of the daylight
I cannot recall
When last it was dark
Yet, it remains empty
I'd rather be blind
Than to enjoy nothing
Incorporeality, that tension
In an unlit room, devoid of sound
Breath upon your neck
That you are unable to feel
Only sense
Something off...
You turn around
Nothing is there
Of course...
Shapes contort
Just outside of active perception
Always there, mocking my ailment
As the hundreds of stares upon me
Wreath of my guilt
A lost piece
Every time I catch a glimpse
Ever winnowing the whole
There is a hand on my shoulder
Compulsion
Caged in that eternal moment
They want what I have
But already lost
What is sane is no more free
Just ignorant of the outside
Please, spare me those eyes
For I am tortured enough
Inside...
Published 20th Sep 2017
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Anonymous
21st Sep 2017 10:55pm
excellent writing!
What is sane is no more free
Just ignorant of the outside <-----great lines/dark
What is sane is no more free
Just ignorant of the outside <-----great lines/dark
Anonymous
3rd Oct 2017 8:50am
this was a drudgery in my heart and soul.. know of it too well
6th Jan 2023 6:03am
I’d rather be blind than to enjoy nothing… I like this line as it’s partially what I try to live by. If I don’t love it or enjoy it then it’s not for me
