Low and Behold in surely scattered spaces
Mind, Heart and Body left with imprints it erases
Time passing by illuminated with enchantment
Glee, joy and peace fleeting quickly with advancement
What a sadness this?! A beautiful depression
One that terrorizes, screams err happiness is mentioned
Dark rooms, hallways and corridors filled with delight
In parallel, in comfort, joyous loneliness in sight
Melting candles grace our dove with senses
Metered, balanced, seldom misrepresented
The wind blows fierce in the tundra of emotions
Our subject steadied, with no sign of commotion
At last, celebration! A win with no fear of losing
Commenced in solitude, with no friends for their choosing
About the Creator
Nitsua
Life is a poem. Love is a novel. Pain is a feature film. I’m a writer, a poet, a storyteller. I’m here to share my dreams.
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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 drafts7 days ago in Longevity
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