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You Will Never Know
Do you have questions,
Ones that could not possibly be answered?
The assurance of peace,
Robbed.
I suppose now I must find solace in the unknown,
That perhaps ignorance could be my silver lining.
It is not.
Nightmares take shape from loose ends,
The brain defaults to fear when it must assume.
Fear circumvents my ambition,
How can I continue,
When I will never know?
My focus limited due...
Ones that could not possibly be answered?
The assurance of peace,
Robbed.
I suppose now I must find solace in the unknown,
That perhaps ignorance could be my silver lining.
It is not.
Nightmares take shape from loose ends,
The brain defaults to fear when it must assume.
Fear circumvents my ambition,
How can I continue,
When I will never know?
My focus limited due...
Tuesday 26th April 2022 3:55 pm
Finally Concrete
No matter the agony that comes with exposure,
To have you no longer whirling inside,
It's all worth the investment.
As if to reverberate for the sake of lucidity.
I must see my own thoughts,
Here before me,
To understand,
An assurance that I can ground myself.
More an elaborate attempt at conversing with ones self.
You are my mirror,
Into a world founded on my fingers yearning,
To let y...
To have you no longer whirling inside,
It's all worth the investment.
As if to reverberate for the sake of lucidity.
I must see my own thoughts,
Here before me,
To understand,
An assurance that I can ground myself.
More an elaborate attempt at conversing with ones self.
You are my mirror,
Into a world founded on my fingers yearning,
To let y...
Tuesday 26th April 2022 3:54 pm
Neurosis
Who moves these keys,
Who wriggles this tongue?
Who bruises us?
When my fingers twitch,
and my muscles knot,
and my panic boils over.
It has been months.
What work has been done to develop these crevasses?
A weeks pay,
Will that smooth out the particular rotted groove?
I find you counting the freckles on their face,
How else could you stomach eye contact?
I wake up screaming words I mu...
Who wriggles this tongue?
Who bruises us?
When my fingers twitch,
and my muscles knot,
and my panic boils over.
It has been months.
What work has been done to develop these crevasses?
A weeks pay,
Will that smooth out the particular rotted groove?
I find you counting the freckles on their face,
How else could you stomach eye contact?
I wake up screaming words I mu...
Tuesday 26th April 2022 3:53 pm
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