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Morbid peace
Perhaps it's just my thoughts that poison me.
Is it possible to shut them off.. if only without morbid death it could be so easy
Is it normal to feel so pointless yet tenaciously search for reason.
How I've lost for this
How many I've left for this
How far I would go for this
Chasing thoughts of perhaps others
Not thoughts of my own?
Alas even whith this thought being my own I cannot follow it for it would be gravely too late.
The soars that burn as I think of the past
Perhaps a laps of memory could find a cure.
One day it will come like a hell hound if it exists why not go it instead alas that would be a bore and no sensation of witch I chase would come of it.
Ouch I will say one day
And today I can not worry the pain?
Wo is me one day I WILL say yet I continue as if insane
Once you bleed you realize you bleed and it changes you forever
Once you have been with another placing the puzzle from two wholes to one. You will Never be the same it is only one time. And we think not of it.
alas if there is purpose in anything
I see it now in death for we fight to live and live we do but almost every day we sin and or are sinned against
and it is best not to talk of much. But at night when we weary and we dream awake haunted by past and present thoughts
Of who we where what we had done what They have done and now we paralyzed but somehow saved by death like sleep yet only for as long as we can.
We cry at the sight of it and we moarn at the call of it yet it is a mercy if any a gift perhaps of gods if they may even exist.
Hark and behold our fears are no more and yet they are enflamed by the thought.
How to sleep knowing it is like death.
Morbid peace
Is it possible to shut them off.. if only without morbid death it could be so easy
Is it normal to feel so pointless yet tenaciously search for reason.
How I've lost for this
How many I've left for this
How far I would go for this
Chasing thoughts of perhaps others
Not thoughts of my own?
Alas even whith this thought being my own I cannot follow it for it would be gravely too late.
The soars that burn as I think of the past
Perhaps a laps of memory could find a cure.
One day it will come like a hell hound if it exists why not go it instead alas that would be a bore and no sensation of witch I chase would come of it.
Ouch I will say one day
And today I can not worry the pain?
Wo is me one day I WILL say yet I continue as if insane
Once you bleed you realize you bleed and it changes you forever
Once you have been with another placing the puzzle from two wholes to one. You will Never be the same it is only one time. And we think not of it.
alas if there is purpose in anything
I see it now in death for we fight to live and live we do but almost every day we sin and or are sinned against
and it is best not to talk of much. But at night when we weary and we dream awake haunted by past and present thoughts
Of who we where what we had done what They have done and now we paralyzed but somehow saved by death like sleep yet only for as long as we can.
We cry at the sight of it and we moarn at the call of it yet it is a mercy if any a gift perhaps of gods if they may even exist.
Hark and behold our fears are no more and yet they are enflamed by the thought.
How to sleep knowing it is like death.
Morbid peace
Published 21st Jan 2019
Author's Note
Do not be alarmed and please do stay safe. Only thoughts after 12 only things you think of when you fear sleep and haven't slept a day.
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21st Jan 2019 1:37pm
Hi Blisxs,
I really liked the bit about when we know we bleed it changes things forever. I could feel the fragility of life and human emotion in this poem (if we also think of blood as 'negative feelings' like grief or heartbreak). Even in that need of ours to sleep or else we lose our heads (enough to write the poems that so many of us write late at night). The other thing that stood out to me was the reference to hellhounds, gods- those things being human conceptions which are just as easily lost faith in as our want for joy and the 'pursuit of happiness'. I enjoyed this poem and all the things you made me think of with it. I hope your sleep was healing and that you're doing okay.
I really liked the bit about when we know we bleed it changes things forever. I could feel the fragility of life and human emotion in this poem (if we also think of blood as 'negative feelings' like grief or heartbreak). Even in that need of ours to sleep or else we lose our heads (enough to write the poems that so many of us write late at night). The other thing that stood out to me was the reference to hellhounds, gods- those things being human conceptions which are just as easily lost faith in as our want for joy and the 'pursuit of happiness'. I enjoyed this poem and all the things you made me think of with it. I hope your sleep was healing and that you're doing okay.
21st Jan 2019 7:50pm
I deeply appreciate your response to my poem Thank you. And my sleep was much better after this.
