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Oh, What A Horrible Mess I've Made

Updated on February 19, 2015
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A Terrible Place In My Mind

I gazed upon the filthy floor

With scattered dreams and dampened dirt

Every angled corner of the room

More vile than the one before.

I cannot balance myself on my feet

So I prefer to sit and diffuse

As the insects crawl on me

I can’t seem to choose,

Should I keep trying to stand

Or just remain here all alone?

Do I have a single reason

To continue on my own?

Should I give in to my calamity

And let it take the best of me?

Because even if I try

The world will still see the worst in me.

The windows are all boarded up

But I can still feel the world is watching.

They wait for me to stand

So they can continue kicking me

I am immobilized by fear of moving forward

Weighed down by thoughts of crashing downward.

This room feels so safe

Although it is quite filthy

I cough out more broken dreams

And let the roaches crawl all over me.

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      Joshua Alexander 2 years ago from Florida

      Thank you so much for your kind words. It is strange how every time I finished writing, I felt such a large weight lift off of me.

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      Shannon 2 years ago from Texas

      I can feel the pain you write here. Good for you in letting some of it out through writing.