Category: Sad

Self-condemnation

Self-condemnation

A swelling stone in my stomach

A gnawing on the organs

Butterflies? No-

Guilt? Perhaps

Swallowed truths,

weighing down your body

A witch in the water;

sinking

Well I will sink with my rope

And rise with my bones

 

[Picture credit to: https://michaelsreserchproject.weebly.com/art.html]

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what

what

What if they ask?

Well,

what if they do?

I hope they do.

What if you tried it?

No, I don’t want them to

ask,

I want them to condemn.

(You, and in doing so,

forgive me)

I want you to feel it.

What if you paid for your actions?

What if they asked,

but you changed?

What if they ask,

and you just tell them?

What if I hadn’t?

What if I asked,

and then told you to leave.

Skin/Sun/Fun

Skin/Sun/Fun

ARE YOU SAD,

LITTLE HUMAN?

ARE YOU BRIMMING

WITH THE HEAT

SPILLING OVER THE EDGE?

ARE YOU LOST

AT THE REALISATION

THE TEA CANNOT BE SEPARATED

ONCE AGAIN FROM THE WATER?

ARE YOU ROLLING

THOUGHTS OF BLACK

CLOUDS SPILLING TEARS

MISSING THE TREES,

BUT REACHING YOU?

ARE YOU SCARED,

TINY SPEC?

ARE YOU?

 

[Photo credit to: Anastasia Kolisnichenko]

7:15am

7:15am

He grabbed my elbow and

His friend was laughing

I’ve got tears in my eyes

I stand up and shout

The audience now a circle around me

I’m not part of the show

The show still goes on

I screw my eyes up

As I push past the people

Some worried, some laughing

I open my eyes to the glare of the

Sun and sheets.

 

[Photo: by Gadion on http://www.pxleyes.com/photography-contest/21034/passing-time-2.html]