Inside and outside,
It comes and it comes.
Upside down and all around,
It comes and it comes.
The doomsday we're dreading.
The expectation that's killing.
Someone shut up the dinging.
Again with the adrenaline:
Highs rolled to lows,
A revolt from the gravitas of our world.
As we dig deeper,
And climb higher;
We must breathe harder,
Look closer...
All just to capture something outside
Our sugar-coated windscreen of smog and blackness.
In isolations,
And examinations;
The hours are scrolled away.
But returning longingly over our shoulders-
No, not yet,
And definitely not today.
Blowing out the candles behind our eyes,
Snuffing out every unique cellular connection;
It comes with the numbness, darling.
Don't think there's something different.
It's the inconsistency and hopefulness,
The emptiness and loneliness.
Where crushed onions and dried birdseed
Are worthier of us than we are.
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I hope that we can keep thinking.
About the Creator
Ruby Red
Heya friend, I'm Red!
I write poetry, so subscribe for a hint of vulnerability, some honesty and the occasional glimpse behind my mask 🌱
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Comments (1)
This is such a powerful piece! I love how you captured the intense mix of dread and hope with such vivid imagery. The rhythm and raw emotion make every line hit hard—beautiful work!