My mind is a clueless riddle.
I’m lost within my own maze.
I’m slave to my own thoughts
& my brain is my prison cell.
And after trying all the remedies the doctors sell,
I’ve found that writing is my only help.
But sometimes even the muse goes awfully quiet;
& like the springs in summer,
my words just dry out.
Leaving all the half chewed feelings stuck in my throat,
Their sickness itching me till I choke.
My brain dangles in a thoughtless numb haze,
& with it I’m the only one left.
& I’m desperate to feel anything over this nothingness;
Scrambling to fill myself with any emotions,
But my emptiness eats all of them.
Leaving me alone to ponder my life & regrets.
Raising the questions I never had any answers for.
Slapping the reality in my face.
Reminding me of your absence;
& finally opening the floodgates
to the worst emotions possible-
Guilt, hurt, regret & shame.
Half of the credit for this poem goes to my friend heyletsthink.
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