What a fantasy, to pretend I don’t exist
I float precariously
Higher and higher
And wave goodbye to my exoskeleton
The cage that traps and suffocates me.
What freedom
To let go of everything
One by one
I shed my possession
And whisper goodbye, so nobody can hear
Fearing they’ll remind me of my responsibilities.
It aches too much and
I’m getting tired
Carrying all this dread
I can feel it creeping
Somewhere deep
Between my chest and my stomach
It’s alive, just barely
Or maybe that’s just me
Begging for attention.
And I give it what it wants
I feed it because I need to feel it
I’m nothing without it.
My head gets cloudy
I forget things here and there
Is it coming for my mind?
Or maybe I want to forget
So I keep feeding it
Wanting to succumb to its brand of darkness
Its so called freedom.
Just take me already
But that’s not its’ way
It wants me to do its dirty work
That’s the trick it plays.
My head gets heavier
I can’t feel my feet anymore
But I’m selfish
And I love someone
So that’s reason enough to stay.
Still…
What a fantasy, to pretend I don’t exist
I’ll float precariously forever
Until I forget everything
And everything forgets me.
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Excellent poem.
Your site looks great. Welcome to the jungle.
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Thanks brotha!
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Here from BlackSheep’s blog. Just wanted to give you a warm welcome. Enjoy the crazy ride.
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Thank you! Here goes everything 🙂
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Welcome.
Glad to have you in the community.
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Thanks, Darnell!
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Howdy. I’m an INFP. It is an interesting study. I’ve tested four times over a decade. I always get the same result.
Blackie pointed us here. Welcome.
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Thank you, I’m excited to see where this goes, or at the very least to have the outlet
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