the golden hour

the golden hour

A Poem by aspen

through tightly shut eyes,
I feel rays of sunlight hitting my eyelids

my memories built a vacant home inside my brain,
allowing isolation to feel tranquil

prodding reminders of lost love have me on my knees,
begging to be set free

I'm aimlessly running through unfamiliarity,
crushing flowers to get where I think I'm going

intrusive thoughts wrap me up,
except this time I don't want to be held

time veils itself in a boundless manner,
I'm running out of what I'm not aware is so delicately restricted within my heavy heart

eyes snapping open,
every vein in my body is buzzing as I untangle myself

my skin is radiating beneath the boiling sun
as I escape the massive fire wired into my nervous system

I refuse to turn around to observe the outcome,
everything that is or ever was in my brain is collapsing

and I won't be there to witness it this time

© 2018 aspen


Author's Note

aspen
free urself bitch

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Added on April 30, 2018
Last Updated on April 30, 2018
Tags: intrusive thoughts, mental disorder, pain, self help, escapism, depression, stress, trapped, chaos

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