The Badlands

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Vintage Publishing


Entering the danger zone

Submitted: September 16, 2018

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Dangerous territory, in the heart of the badlands,

Anxiety growing, crawling up my fucking spine.

Addictions, I got a few, it’s in my bloodline,

Living my life, on the edge of a precipice.  

 

Still rebellious, blame it on my zodiac sign,

Adolescent at heart, never grew out of the phase.

Unpleasant feelings return to the forefront of my mind,

Antidepressants stopped working, for the fourth time.

 

Standing on the coastline, an ocean of liquor,

Diving into the deep end, when I can’t swim.

Every morning, I wake to my finger on the trigger,

Feeling a cold metallic sensation, on my temple.

 

Symbols are drawn on the wall, with fresh blood,

Can’t speak that tongue, but it’s not a good sign.

Vices are like a cancer, one that’s not benign,

Run all you want, but there will be no escape.

 

Hesitation marks, I’m way too pussy to attempt,

Substance abuse, drowns out all of the white noise.

I feel like a failure, because I can’t be perfect,

And if I’m not that, then I’m worth nothing at all.

 

Negative like the temperature, of my entire world,

Plunged into an ice age, everything fades to black.

I’m dying of frostbite, gangrene and hypothermia,

No midnight sun, trapped inside the polar night.

 

Dangerous territory, in the heart of the badlands,

Anxiety growing, crawling up my fucking spine.

Addictions, I got a few, it’s in my bloodline,

Living my life, on the edge of a precipice.  

 


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