Sheeanabrugh
Tired and in pain
- Aug 19, 2024
- 30
I write poetry sometimes. And sometimes it's a bit too dark for my public writing blog. So I will post in this thread writing that I can't post in Dea-nonymized sources
Starting here:
I stand on the precipice of something great.
The shroud of the divine is thinning
I can almost see
An ending through the fog.
If I can grit my teeth
Take a deep breath and make the leap
Maybe for a moment
One infinitesimal instant
I'll reach the stats
If not today, then soon.
Whether pills in my hand,
Or feet to never again meet solid land.
It's a cold and windy day
Much too cold to stay
Wishing for hope that never comes
Like loam slipping between lengthwise digits
Fading away
Starting here:
I stand on the precipice of something great.
The shroud of the divine is thinning
I can almost see
An ending through the fog.
If I can grit my teeth
Take a deep breath and make the leap
Maybe for a moment
One infinitesimal instant
I'll reach the stats
If not today, then soon.
Whether pills in my hand,
Or feet to never again meet solid land.
It's a cold and windy day
Much too cold to stay
Wishing for hope that never comes
Like loam slipping between lengthwise digits
Fading away
