So when I'm stressed, angry, upset or just down, I often write. A couple of months ago I decided to turn my difficult day into poetry. Although I think the result was slightly creepy (in a way), I kind of like it.
So here it is, one of the poems I created out of a very insecure and bad mood.
So here it is, one of the poems I created out of a very insecure and bad mood.
The dispair is gripping, powerful,
It exceeds all rage or anger
Happiness is only a distant dream
An idea set in the mind to taunt and tease
Unable to breathe through the tightness
A struggle to simply exist
A complete wonder
An absolute and strange ability
To hide and stay hidden
No one knows or notices
Or maybe they just don’t care
How could they
How could they care for the dead
For that’s what it’s like
Being dead,
Only still managing a breath
A single rasping, choaked, imposible breath
A slight imitation of living.
