Everything has bent
Into inexorably downward spiral
Small breathes became
Now labored and lonely
Instructions for my voice, please.
I’ve forgot how it’s used
Can’t remember why
Finding it; impossible understanding
Words are foreign
Belonging not of my language
Empty sounds
Digging a large hole
Side of head aches
Weep myself away
Into another world
Not fully formed
Ran from myself
Spent many days
Handing life over
To sudden darkness
Aqua vitae
Such a disease
A craving
Burns insides so slow
Recall me for these days
Said without an expression
And forget not of the old ones
Where I was sickly; gave in.
Not better yet
But the start has begun
Rough route in progress
Waiting for something more then baby steps
Please tell me what you think
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This is an interesting poem. I really liked the last stanza. I hope you find what you're looking for.
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