Sometimes I feel like I can't think, breathe or even live
As if my memory has undergone evisceration
As if I’m lying down in the shack
Wrapped around by windows
Listening to the sound of darkness
The clocks have stopped ticking
The hands have frozen to death
An overdose of peace
Serenity has an inherent insurrection
Eternal evanescence
Slowly juggling deep slumber and insomnia
Rudely awakened
I think a lot
About me
About this world
And I cry
I’ve lost my tears of joy.
posted by J @ 1:28 pm
Comments: 2
2 Comments:
Sounds like a bundle of contradictions and complexities.
been there,done that, felt that, cried so...!!
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