Lithium.A Poem by johnnyqueerA fight, to feel. A fight, not to feel. A fight, jut to fight.The tingling sensation of life is starting to fade, I feel no elation at the end of the day. Wake up each afternoon to repeat the same old same. Rise shivering, cold, and drained. I suppose I could reach for a hand, or an ear to listen to all I conceal inside, although its easier to just hide in yesterday. The wounds are festering, breaking, and bleeding into who I want to be.
I've lost my reflection, my mind as well... I am stuck within the twisting vines of mystery, my misery. I would take everyone with me, but compassion has yet to flee me. If I wasn't so tainted I would turn to the light, or a scripture dictating my fate, swearing that I'll be okay. I've become too hurt to believe in any ease of pain. I searched high, and low for a release, I wish for a bathtub full of lithium.
I would reach my hands above my head, searching for the sun. I'd allow the warmth to rape, then take me. Drag me below the dirt, and keep me prisoner. I'd surrender all fights, purse my lips and await the next dose. Take all my feelings, my memories, and pain. Destroy me, and bury my shame. Wrap the worlds hatred around my throat, tighten, then throw me into hell. When you hear a snap, release, and quickly walk away.
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4 Reviews Added on December 3, 2011 Last Updated on December 3, 2011 AuthorjohnnyqueerNYAboutHello, I'm Johnny. Writing is a form of alchemy to me. I transform all my feelings into text; Dancing, slithering, and stumbling from white pages. If you like my writing you can find me on Instagr.. more..Writing
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