25 (bleak)

25 (bleak)

A Poem by Tom Stroud

Whilst 25 caused my birth, it caused many deaths. I also have it tattooed on me. This poem was a lot darker/desperate/lame as f**k before editing.

It feels like there's always something tugging at my feet.
And I haven't taken the picture down.
25, 25 forever, myriad of conclusions, a maelstrom of contusions.
You'll forget, but right now I don't want to.
I do really. 
Hang our photos from the walls, then I'll hang myself from the ceiling. 
You've probably taken your's down, of course you would. 
Don't take me down. 
At least hide us away in a box, please don't forget.
You will take me down.

I skip every song,
Nothing sounds the same,
Every sound antagonises.
My mind is closing, 
My priorities are twisted,
I am tired, but I won't sleep,
I am exhausted, but I won't sleep,
One more breath

© 2012 Tom Stroud

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Added on August 29, 2012
Last Updated on August 29, 2012
Tags: 25, bleak


Tom Stroud
Tom Stroud

Bristol, United Kingdom

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