I can sigh a million times over,
and not gain from it,
any sort of relief
or satisfaction
or ANYTHING that would signify
the end of an emotion
or a mental state/change.
I cannot sigh enough. Or I cant sigh at all.
Until this exact moment in time, I haven't questioned it
or made any sort of brain-type-note
confirming the action.
What is real? Because I am starting to question
the events and ideals that I had already foudn answers to.
Fuck this noise and fuck trusting just a little too much.
I dont even like wearing slippers,
with a flick of my foot
i can toss them in any direction
and walk haphazardly on broken beer bottles
and body parts strewn about,
to remind myself why
i dont
get
too comfortable.
the end. [applaud sign fails to light.]
1 comomo's...:
there is a longing in your voice of the poem.
Longing for a fantasy, what you used to believe?
I long for the days when I trusted that the world was a good and happy place,that people got what they deserved, rightfully.
that people can applaud without the well lit sign dictation them too...
or at least someone to fix the sign, even if the applause was late...
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