A suspension of thoughts
Breaths held in mid-speech
Caught cutting corners
In circular halls
Where shadows leak fears.
It’s me here!
Held together by a belt of my insecurities.
Infuriated by the fact that I hesitated to act.
Retracting afterthought
To replace it with regret,
Sprinkled over my life’s memories like confetti.
Am I that empty?
A vessel of hollow sentimentality
Struggling to see the futility in me.
Trying to believe in hope
But my throat bleeds ropes
Of a social coma that can’t cope.
It drips from my nose
Like leaky tap fixtures.
A salty mixture of feelings
Pooling at my feet.
Feeling maladjusted
Amongst the parts of me that trust the most.
Swallowing the bitter passion
Of swollen emotions
That once eroded my sober moments
Left open after autopsies
Fail to prove conclusively my cause of death
Fed up of being ripped up
From my insides out
Until disgust and vomited self-pity spews from my mouth.
This is it,
A piece of me floating in murky watered misery.
Trying to remedy
My apparent empathy
That eats away my sanity.
This cold corrosive leprosy.
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