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Eye Of The Storm
An exhausted runner falls at last Vicious winds rage all around His entire life the storm has trashed Yet he doesn't make a sound He's been running through a dream so dark Hoping there might be a light In his head reality is quite stark He held on with all his might But he just couldn't win against a storm It tore everything apart Every fleeting memory feels so warm If he's strong he could restart As he's lying there within the eye Hunting winds eradicate When he comes around he'll wonder why All his dreams storms decimate Deep within the eye he will not be harmed Its a cruel twist of fate While asleep he cannot be alarmedLiteratureBlackened Fog
Sometimes it takes everything you have just to move To push yourself up off the couch and take steps In order to do something simple like check the mail Just to grab an invoice to pay a monthly bill There are periods where each day will blend together Monotonous days bleeding out to the ticking of the clock And that clock ticks so goddamn slowly Each second is an eternity spent in one's head Sometimes all you want to do is stare emptily at walls The lack of energy may as well be paralysis At times you wish to embrace the vacancy and succumb to it Because there's no seeing past the blackened fog Depression obscures supports like cloudsLiteratureThe Handling Of Slivers
It's amazing what people carry around What manages to become embedded over time Often without our realizing it Until these things rise to the surface I'm baffled by the burdens we shoulder By the wool we wear over our eyes We all fight such intricate battles Woven throughout the fabric of our being It hurts to know just how debilitating it can be To go through life with this invisible baggage Because struggling in silence is normal And because speaking up is shame I don't even know what I'm supposed to do As I unearth through these poem inspiring slivers Or how to alter the impact they've had Upon my psyche and upon my heart In the endLiteratureSpiral Notebook
A spiral notebook full of secrets Confessions not said aloud Thoughts woven into paper Because the silence screams so loud Ink may as well be lifeblood Like words torn from my chest Poetry written with a passion Exposure puts voices to rest To reveal is an uncertain act Words strung together wear no mask Shades of grey limit all insight Putting any reader to task Perception offers up a verdict My meaning might not be seen Your interpretation might be different It needn't matter what I mean I've got myself a spiral notebook For all inspiration in need Paper is my artistic medium Here's where creative juices come to bleedLiteratureWalking With No One
There were times it tortured me Occasionally it still does But it's something I've come to accept Now I walk on for the cause The cause is yet to be decided I doubt I'll carve it into stone Life is a road that takes us somewhere And it's a road I walk alone Everyone pursues their happiness That's quite a tricky thing to find In spite of my eyes being open Some days I've never felt more blind Walking with no one can be lonely Companions rarely stick around As they have their own roads to walk Independence favours the unbound Reality can be quite bothersome Life sometimes seems so cold Very few ever get enough support Yet each day is a footLiteratureDull Ache
I feel it more than I'll admit The dull ache reverberating within Rolling across me in slow waves I'd love to draw someone close Like a lightning rod in a thunder storm But I've never learned how It gnaws at what I hide away Playing on my questions and doubts And so I stow hope deeper I've always felt rather awkward As if forever suspended in the middle Something but never enough I see life as a grand adventure Aren't adventures meant to be shared Perhaps given time they shall beLiteratureMy Own Prison
It's like being locked up in a room A large room filled with clutter Steps often result in pain How could one dwell in such a place Unfortunately it's often inhabited There's a door but no windows It wouldn't do for people to see inside Eggshells are strewn upon the floor You'd think someone would just leave But that's easier said than done Escape can be a tricky thing Heavy burdens weigh people down Stress paralysis holds many back Ghosts materialize like sudden doubt The lights are always flickering Could this room exist inside your head One's mind can be an awful place Breaking out requires courage So many dwell in their mental prisonLiteraturePut You Down
You never were a drug Or something beneath my skin But for whatever reason I just couldn't put you down Feelings weren't a factor They bordered on indifference Yet you were retained And coddled like a stray The reason was a mystery One I never tried to figure out Perhaps I didn't want to I just couldn't put you down It was one of those things Something that simply worked A piece of my normality Though a little one You weren't an addiction Or something that picked me up What you were was an enigma I just couldn't put you down
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