A Poem by mess of gorgeous chaos

Reality is a bomb that has dropped on me

And now my shoulders are dropping too

My movements become zombie-like

My whole body is weighed down, attempting to forget you

I notice the pale faces and dull eyes of others, comparable to mine

But I cannot tell that my own gloom is also outwardly shown

I go on with claws digging in my heart

Wrongingly believing that to others my helplessness is unknown


I see their ghost faces and I can tell they are miserable even without their confession

I don’t realize I quietly mirror the same expression

I don’t realize their minds fill with question

The same thoughts that I hold in secret possession


I was naïve enough to let a person control if I feel free

Instead of the valleys, fields, birds, or the sea

I was naïve enough to think I was alone

But others have felt this too, and my heart, it can be sewn

© 2017 mess of gorgeous chaos

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Love the imagery in this poem.
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mess of gorgeous chaos
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