Poem things

Release


Reputations,
Repetitions,
Resolutions,
All seeming unlikely,
I am trying to quit my hiding,
Even though through the lying,
Those better parts of me have begun dying.


Cycles,
Circles,
Certain,
That I can’t keep up with my reason,
It is nothing less than feeble,
These attempts to try free up,
A set of different habits that will help in finding feeling.


Meaning,
Mourning,
Mending,
No where near enough of my issues,
They pile up to a point I cannot see through,
I’m sure you’ve felt this same truth,
As if everyone is out to get you.


Hiding,
Hurting,
Hating,
Hollowed formations in my character,
As my motivations take their turns,
I feel all my emotions as they burn,
Into what i lost while seeing her.


Tested,
Tainted,
Torment,
Treating my problems like a door mat,
Easily walked over and hardly looked at,
While never getting used to that,
It has made more sense than fixing them.


NV. Written on September 10th, 2018 started @ 6:30 a.m. finished @ 7:45 a.m.

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