Close Your Eyes If I thought my death might be a trigger To end some peace that you hold dear, Or that the world would stop spinning If I left you alone here, I might stay with you and forget The hollow feeling inside, But the waters unrelenting. The truth won’t be denied. I remember that day clearly, Every second ticking by, The realization in … Continue reading Close Your Eyes, a poem, a moment, a note
There is a wood with no beginning. Glad am I, to see it spread above me now, canopy thinning. I wish that I may find the end. I could rise like birds from ashes, or carried by twisting winds. I would melt into the ether, finally living out my end. If desire and desperation could reality impart, I would ride sunrays like rivers, freedom lightening … Continue reading Sunrays Like Rivers, a poetic wish
Weird to have a warning for a 4-line poem about a coffee mug, but… if you are triggered by suicide, best to avoid this post. Empty vessel, once full of life, Waiting, ready to be cleansed. Solid but useless without the drug, Nothing but darkness, time to end. Just a little something I wrote because of a visual prompt. A visual prompt is when you … Continue reading Elegy of the Coffee Mug
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