The density of absence is far more than that which is absent...

as such, it has it's own gravitational pull

and so we fall toward the center

as if it desires us.

I struggle to not unravel,
but this path I have walked has led me
through some troubling travels.
So I click "Add A Poem",
as I have done for years.
I pen down cleverly worded
accounts of my fears.
But as I walk this earth still,
I ponder.
How long I can avoid this
encroaching sonder.
For all of those orbiting my path.
I just want their sweet ignorance
of these evils to last.
For the greater good,
For happiness,
For love.
For the fact that if I save the world,
this is not what I want them
thinking of.
I will end the suspense here
For time has run out
On the clock telling me to face my fears,
Now I have no doubt.
I can tell you all:
I was *****.
And he got away.
And I have buried it deep
Until just today.
I noticed myself stuck in this pattern.
Of things that I thought didn't matter.
But I noticed how I had become him.
Creating the chances to do over
and over
and over again.
Things that weren't right
to myself within,
For me I call these actions, sin.
To explain in detail I wouldn't even know where to begin.
I compromised myself
to give others what I thought they wanted.
I became trapped inside my own devil
an angel haunted.
I have let myself and others take away
parts of me I will get back today.
I am sorry to myself,
and those around,
I am sorry because I hid all of this
feeling as though I let all of the universe down.

the buzzing in your limbs when you lie on them for too long

is the buzzing in my head

the static in my mind that makes

the world

s           p

n           i

in deadly motion;

as rivers run from my eyes

tear-soaked tissues clenched in my smothering grasp

lungs

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           l
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                   a
                        p
                            s
                               i
                                    n
                                         g
inwards

while the world spins around me

threatening to spin me into infinite inexistence by breaking me

into an infinite number of slivered

p
                      i
               e
c
                                  e
             s --

for i am too smothered by the world

and it is not the first time today

i couldn't breathe.

It was a tooth-less
Ache--
That strangled me.

And I'm sure,
Ingesting nettles
Felt numb.

We-let-the-rose
Claw dress me,
For Finer
-Moments.

The clouds watched
Me refuse to surrender
Suffocation.



Maybe indifference bleached
Them colour-blind.