Sunday, 7 January 2024

​I wish I dissolve and just get wiped out

So that there won’t be any screaming in my head

The pain would numb

And I’d float in bliss

Maybe that’s what the saints wanted when they meant atonement 

Bliss 

 The earth to split just a little so I slip in painlessly 

I hope I don’t get dirt on my face while on the way down though

Because the tiniest inconvenience irks me

It makes me anxious 

And I refuse to let out a breath

Till my head throbes and I’ll have to let out a gasp.

I forgot what started the irritation

I’m just tired 

I would’ve given up 

If

I’ve known how to.


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