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Seeing Green

I wish things could be as I wish they would be...

By Josh MorganPublished 12 months ago 2 min read
Seeing Green
Photo by Nils Leonhardt on Unsplash

What I needed, but did not have

I myself have become‐

Good for anyone who crosses my path, but...

What about me?

What about my past?

Who will help me heal from the scars left beneath my flesh?...

Who can?...

Who can even see?...

Me‐

My eyes have no color, but I'm seeing green,

my mind is up in flames and my heart sick with envy‐

Desperate for comfort, my soul has become empty

bereft of peace, I have become accustomed to the heat that sears in this Burning Paradise‐

What I need, but do not have

I have become, but...

this heart that cares has come at a cost,

it is the lonely that seek after the lonely, and yet...

here I am...

drowning in this black sea‐

The unseen can see all, but who can see the unseen?

Who can see?...

Me‐

What I need, I have become

but not for me‐

To all who ask,

How can one love without first loving themself?

You just haven't seen me‐

But certainly I am wrong in thinking what it seems to be...

that I am simply...

out of reach

beyond what the public will seek

standing against imaginary enemies‐

My eyes may have no color, but I'm seeing green,

soon to be Seeing Black...

wishing things could be as I wish they would be...

without the mockery of Void's Company

and without the consistency of Slumber's Absence‐

These Dangerous Wishes my heart is sick of hosting...

These Tales of Torment my hands are sick of writing...

and my eyes, sick of reading‐

It may not be long

until I am again, Seeing Red...

then, how far after?...

until I am Seeing Nothing...

What I needed, but did not have

I was, but...

unfortunately, never for me

that space has remained empty, and...

by the time the world finally sees me,

I may be in a state of insensate

and by then it will be far too late‐

no longer seeing green...

nor red, nor black

nor anything...

There is no rewriting this Worst Case Scenario-

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About the Creator

Josh Morgan

Personally, writing began as a creative outlet, to be a means of processing and venting emotion, but it has become so much more. Something I want not to be just relatable, enjoyable and a good read, but to reach someone who is in need.

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