Permanent

Permanent

A Poem by Simon Welsh
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Dreams...

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I can't help but fear my dreams
see all the beauty that was once mine
scattered in the dull morning light
I tried, I swear I tried to move on
but the trappings in my mind
have concealed any trace of growth

I'm faulty, I'm broken, I'm useless
do these thoughts seek to remain?
I'll disarm my own preconceptions
but these nightmares will be permanent
I'll dramatize my own insecurities
but they'll find a way to make me suffer

I won't allow you to see how much
I am hurting on the inside
I'll surely bleed but I won't show
I'll keep all of this on the inside
And no one will take me seriously
maybe I'm meant to deal with this by myself

The corpses wish to swing on their nooses
necks snap, arms devolve to scars
pills are consumed with bootleg happiness
Why do they come to me?
I can't handle my own problems
let alone anyone else's

I've had enough, I'm in too deep
I'm at breaking point but you don't care
Something has to give
even if it's my disillusion
Does pain feel the same even in sleep?
Don't take this one freedom from me
You...
whose not even aware of the damage
I've done to myself
It's not your fault
It's mine

© 2013 Simon Welsh


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Dark, for sure... I understand your feelings; this is like being in the pit of dispair next to someone. I've been in this pit, but it does tend to get less painful as time goes by. We, to a certain extent, create our own destinies; the mind is a powerful thing, and in a lot of ways we can't control it, but in a lot of ways we can. I used to practice this thing with my dreams...I would think on a subject intensely and then write it down before going to sleep, then as I was falling asleep I would continue to think of the idea and 90 percent of the time I would dream of something resembling that idea. You should try it...there is a lot of information about it out there; I think it's called directed dreaming or something like that.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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another of my favorites and again relateable with me.Flawless once again. 100/100

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Dark, for sure... I understand your feelings; this is like being in the pit of dispair next to someone. I've been in this pit, but it does tend to get less painful as time goes by. We, to a certain extent, create our own destinies; the mind is a powerful thing, and in a lot of ways we can't control it, but in a lot of ways we can. I used to practice this thing with my dreams...I would think on a subject intensely and then write it down before going to sleep, then as I was falling asleep I would continue to think of the idea and 90 percent of the time I would dream of something resembling that idea. You should try it...there is a lot of information about it out there; I think it's called directed dreaming or something like that.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Definition of joy: A feeling of great pleasure and happiness
hmmmmmm, maybe you should try a poem like that (not trying to be rude in case you take it that way)
the poem was fantastic, the flow was great and the words made me feel the emotion inside the poem, but maybe you should seriously try a happy poem.... :p just saying
~Minnie

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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