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Wanting to be.

Posted 02-22-2015 at 04:44 PM by An_Jon

I'm not currently as sad as I was during the time I wrote this about. This is written about the memory of how I felt about a month and a half ago.

Part One: Wanting to be.

The coarse throat course
cracks concrete walls.
Cable creaks tie,
turn electricity whip.
I'll stand alone
beneath darkened light
my eyes couldn't burn,
nor ignite a sigh.

I wanted to be,
I wanted clean air,
I wanted you, your
want of mine. Sigh.

Words screech, lay down
and think. I know you.
I know you.
I can't understand.
If I try, walls crack,
cables tumble and tangle
and derange. My madness.
My cracks for peeking.

Cough up blood,
message in a bottle.
Sent out to see
if sharks sniff, wait.

Weight around, dragging,
pulling. Clever words sung.
Plaster the walls with
dividend gypsum.
Waiting to be what some call
somebody.
Somebody can't predict,
I became our body.

Wanting to be before I
could be. I sigh, cough.
Eliminate failure,
eliminate being.
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  1. Old Comment
    *hugs!* I am glad that you are better, but that is absolutely heartbreaking. I sometimes write poetry when I'm sad, and when I go back and look at it later I realize how far I have come since then. I hope you are able to look at this and see that you are improving and feeling better than you were.
    Posted 02-23-2015 at 04:57 PM by Punishmyclit Punishmyclit is offline
 

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