The Despair of Thinking

Most difficult emotion to experiance

Walking on icy road,
coldness garbed my heart.
The sharp needles Pierce
like a brain surgery,
  the pain of doubt.

I see the ice is breaking.

I see my house crumbling,
thoughts I held deep within bursting.
Pain that kills me,
these thoughts
that seize my peace.

I see souls,
captives of thinking,
lost so deep,
it costs them reality.

I grieve to know.

I pried into the darkness,
knowing it holds the knife
to kill me.
It’s me
I let it in.
It knows me too well.
I can’t hide.

Denial makes it worse.
The house is crumbling,
and I can’t hold it together.

Sick on psychedelics,
now, differences dissolve.
Everything is mixed

Now nothing exist,
and yet its,

Something

Author's Note

Despair

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[robert harris jr]

now that's what i'm talking about reaching deep within one's self