Spineless and backbreaking. You're vapor and boundless. You evade detection but I see you everywhere. You're the word on the tip of my tongue. You already forgot your own desolation. I am sorry for your sorrow. You'll never get what you deserve. A victim of sabotage, a heartbreak in disguise. Your compassion leads you astray. You are indefinite. The final layer on the ocean floor. The drop of rain in the arid desert. There's a massive reservoir I cannot penetrate. You dissolve too quickly for me to touch. You swallow me in pieces. I submerge myself whole. They say it's like coming home. The endless sleep I always wanted. The past is forgotten. I was never here
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Anna Torres
I’m a 39-year old mother and student. I love reading, metal music, and writing. I have begun writing again since 2021
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Saturn
I always hated your silence. An excavator will always lose to you. You are the voiceless face of criticism, judging me for all of my faults. I can never measure up to whatever hologram you wanted me to be. Morally superior, I was the failure no one could fix. The scapegoat run amok. You are lukewarm to my furious intensity. The band aid to my melancholy wounds. Mechanical, robotic. Disconnected and psychotic. Keep your awkwardness to yourself. We're not all sentimental here. Most of us are just happy to be sad. Too depressed to compromise. Too exotic, too unstable. In the arcane realm, even you are obscure. I baptized myself to earn a place at your mercy. I medicated myself to elevate to your cacophony. I contorted everything, I distorted everything. A hollow creator, an absent ringleader. Your silence arrived right on time. I would've tried just for you. My tears are inconsolable but I hear nothing. There is only silence
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
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