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I try to free myself
I open my eyes and bed rust urges to do.
Frantic friend sighs bitter moan.
Repulsive languid shadow crushes life.
Black death screams an ugly symphony of sad dreams -
and I know that I must busy myself with this in order to escape this faceless monster.
So I do. I write this poem and
The beat beat beat becomes slow.
I forget about the screams inside.
The tight tight tight becomes loose.
The meaningless becomes silly.
The conflict of my being fades into some dimension where I'm free.
And, it seems like I have to free myself all the time to stop this anti-life building up its putrid essence in my soul.
I write this. I free myself a little.
Here is some of my freedom.
Frantic friend sighs bitter moan.
Repulsive languid shadow crushes life.
Black death screams an ugly symphony of sad dreams -
and I know that I must busy myself with this in order to escape this faceless monster.
So I do. I write this poem and
The beat beat beat becomes slow.
I forget about the screams inside.
The tight tight tight becomes loose.
The meaningless becomes silly.
The conflict of my being fades into some dimension where I'm free.
And, it seems like I have to free myself all the time to stop this anti-life building up its putrid essence in my soul.
I write this. I free myself a little.
Here is some of my freedom.
Published 7th Mar 2013
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Anonymous
28th Aug 2015 12:09pm
"and I know that I must busy myself with this in order to escape this faceless monster.
So I do. I write this poem" - I love how poetry is a universal language. One that we all pull out in times of need, like a blanket we can cuddle up with for comfort. This is actually a really nice write. It portrays a lot of loneliness. I hope that you are at least feeling a little bit better today. Thank you for the read.
So I do. I write this poem" - I love how poetry is a universal language. One that we all pull out in times of need, like a blanket we can cuddle up with for comfort. This is actually a really nice write. It portrays a lot of loneliness. I hope that you are at least feeling a little bit better today. Thank you for the read.
29th Feb 2020 11:23am
