Unstable
This is a free verse poem I wrote:
I thought I had the answers, scratched down on a page with a pen running out of ink.
I could make it out and though I understood the words I never really understood what they meant.
I thought I did though.
So as the content and comfort built, so did the tension.
My emotions are cognitively dissonant.
My mind told me to carry on, and the routine froze me from the inside.
My heart tells me that one day I will shatter, with each piece piercing the thoughts of those around me.
I don't wait for this moment like a clock.
I patiently wait in a box for everything to stop or for it to be opened by the one who put me there.
But until then I am both dead and alive.
And until then, I feed chemicals to my heart in a desperate effort to silence it.
They didn't work right and now it pumps in reverse.
Time drags on as I take another left.
It's not that I have lost my sense of direction, I just find comfort in familiarity.
Sudden changes in environment leave me clutching on to what to my reminds me I'm unique.
Un-break my circle, for the choices I make, have been made before and will be and have been made for as long as
this moment exists.
But if the circle breaks then I will cease to exist.
Like how a clock knows not that days pass but only the same 12 hours for the rest of its life.
Tear open a moment in time to change it ever so slightly so that maybe I might exist under a different face.
Though I have just begun, I am already old, angry and spared by ignorance.
I have an infinite amount of paths to choose from but so many lead to the same static filled room.
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Posted Apr 18, 2017, 11:49 PM UTC · edited
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