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To be candid...
I want to write a poem
That doesn’t sink the soul
But it’s what I know.
Sometimes I'm Scum….
I need this
Murky self-reflection
Self-deprecation
Because I don’t
Have a clue how to
Climb out from here
And if I did
I don’t know where I’d go.
But I don’t really want to
Keep thinking about
All the ways I’m broken
Or how to re-assemble
These pieces that really have
Never really been together
There are a thousand truths
That are unbearable.
And right now
I’ll just sit here
In this puddle of mud
And wait for the end to come.
That doesn’t sink the soul
But it’s what I know.
Sometimes I'm Scum….
I need this
Murky self-reflection
Self-deprecation
Because I don’t
Have a clue how to
Climb out from here
And if I did
I don’t know where I’d go.
But I don’t really want to
Keep thinking about
All the ways I’m broken
Or how to re-assemble
These pieces that really have
Never really been together
There are a thousand truths
That are unbearable.
And right now
I’ll just sit here
In this puddle of mud
And wait for the end to come.
Published 25th Oct 2019
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omy god f--'
this was punctuating puncture, and I know
how cliche it feels and sounds when someone
says "you're not alone" but tonight I have to say
it... because in reality (youre not) even though
I, myself cringe at such word phrases
Anyway, my regret, my pain, my hurt which is dealt
with daily....and am sure it'll be my death at least
I'll be with my love, whom actually had my soul's
interest at heart...beyond the bullshit I chose
whew, tissue time
as always I feel dissected when reading you and I'm
sorry for that bit above,... so I will express more
compassion because we both know what these
dark places are like, if i may whisper to you silent
love of thoughtfulness
Noire Rose
this was punctuating puncture, and I know
how cliche it feels and sounds when someone
says "you're not alone" but tonight I have to say
it... because in reality (youre not) even though
I, myself cringe at such word phrases
Anyway, my regret, my pain, my hurt which is dealt
with daily....and am sure it'll be my death at least
I'll be with my love, whom actually had my soul's
interest at heart...beyond the bullshit I chose
whew, tissue time
as always I feel dissected when reading you and I'm
sorry for that bit above,... so I will express more
compassion because we both know what these
dark places are like, if i may whisper to you silent
love of thoughtfulness
Noire Rose
