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Tough
A poem.
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I can’t deal with anyone’s crap.
I got to much blood and boulders,
On my back.

Fighting back the past,
Never been able to relax.

I don’t know if anyone can tell,
—Or if anyone cares,
But I'm about to crack.

they creep up,
Bruises cover much.

Random hallucinations—
Severe pain.

No one's understanding,
—or listening.

My brain is in such a bad headache,
I feel like my insides are blistering.

Fidgeting.
Numbness.
Pain.
Fainting.

Brain making—
Random movements.
All a loss of control.

Appointments got canceled,
“WHY!!!— HOW MANY MORE!?”

When does someone call it-
“Enough!?”
  
I’m NOT….THIS tough.
Am I enough, am I REALLY tough!? If I can’t even take care of myself.. and the doctors CANT keep appointments…how do I function on my own..how do I ask for help when Im told to say “Im fine” or “you need to stop” 😭😰
Flames sleep within the mountain’s core,
Red, raging, yet restrained.
Silence wraps it like a secret.
But when it breaks…
A dark light appears.
Well by writing dark light I meant the light is too strong that u can't see anything its just metaphor I tried creating on my own.
I write to visions of flash-backs,
bats flying out of darkest caves
and into the spray of sunlight
and the beach's afternoon breeze
Allow this clarity to give me immunity,
you're as enraged as my craziness
paints your hair red as my Eagle
wings, carry us to the darkest skies.....
No tip-toing sand left imprints
on this shore that beat us relentlessly,
we fly to the purple of this endlessly.
There're shadows behind dusty bar-stools
of lips awkward with anticipation.
Bikies and beer over games of pool
Regulars shouting for their Nation.
There's the dressed up & the dressed downs,
Guzzling towards their upside-down frowns,
the hurling of abuse & waving of bottles
The energy of youth and oldies who hobbles,
There'll be good times for all I believe.
We think we're saving us.
Saving humanity
through
technology.
Convenience we think,
is of utmost importance.
And through that very convenience,
we lose ourselves.
True intelligence
in trade for
the artificial.
The greatest feats of humanity
imitated in mere seconds.
Art.
Literature,
Paintings,
Expression,
All consumed
by the raging desire
for convenience.
How much further must we fall
before realization
strikes the tree of ignorance,
revealing its roots
that bleed with the ink of true creativity?
a.i. is a tool, not a replacement for everything human.
Smoke and mirrors
Haunt me still
Guess the jokes on me

From the ends of the earth

To the edge of tomorrow
Absolutely nothing
Could have prepared me

For the likes of you

Forever wasn’t long enough
Admiring you from afar
Wondering what

Could have been

Picking up where we left off
Some things in this life
Are just not replaceable

A blind date

Nothing ever felt more
Natural to me
Not in a million years

Did I ever believe

Would lead to some of the
Greatest moments of my life
Taking a trip

Down memory lane

For years
I couldn’t bare the thought
Of even entertaining

The notion

The simple truth is
I may never let you down
Tonight I pulled out

The song that

Would put a staple in us
That has replayed in my
Mind for decades

Along with all the

What if possibilities
That we could have shared together
But the honest truths hurt

Me too much to ever admit

That I miss you to this very day
And there’s a hole in my heart
That will never be filled again

— The End —