it is the stillness
on the inside of their voices
it leaves me shuddering
but i know more
i feel more
i clutch the dancing shadows and breathe
breathe the warmth into their eyes
cry the soul into their heart
until they see more than what i can
and give more than the others ever would
my shadow-friends shatter my mad mind
sewing together tapestries of sunlight
until my bruised, lonely mad mind
is accompanied by soulless harmonies
and the warming joys of kindness.
that is all i have ever needed,
and so the twitching threads of sunlight
prick my skin and swallow me.
so i smile for them.
About the Creator
Ruby Red
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
Comments (3)
Another great poem!
Always keep up the good work.
An amazing poem! Well done!