Reflective/dark moment: free-verse
My thoughts scramble and tumble towards the edge of a cliff. I’m never prepared for the drop-off, yet I remain uncaring every time I know that my heart should be tickled-my empathy pricked...
If I feel, then I’m living. I meet death every morn and only part with it in sleep, where sentiments aren’t bendable. I’d rather enjoy splendid solitude in my abyss of emptiness; fear not the fact that I may be disorderly...
It’s like a solid gun has shot me, a human sized bullet ran through me without the slightest dodging and has exploded my insides to bits, outwards-my once crafty little box of emotions has been unleashed unto others as I lay here hallow. Emptiness is not a bitter pill to swallow; there’s no tingling, no residue, yet the after-taste of a human’s life roller-coaster shakes your whole body going down and it can be quite acidic. My life ended many moons ago.
If I feel, then I’m living. I meet death every morn and only part with it in sleep, where sentiments aren’t bendable. I’d rather enjoy splendid solitude in my abyss of emptiness; fear not the fact that I may be disorderly...
It’s like a solid gun has shot me, a human sized bullet ran through me without the slightest dodging and has exploded my insides to bits, outwards-my once crafty little box of emotions has been unleashed unto others as I lay here hallow. Emptiness is not a bitter pill to swallow; there’s no tingling, no residue, yet the after-taste of a human’s life roller-coaster shakes your whole body going down and it can be quite acidic. My life ended many moons ago.