My sky

My sky

A Poem by Flower

My sky crackles and I feel most alone,
What was once my special place is now not so; 
I was young, naive and couldn't have known,
That my mind was always like this long ago.

Oh the sickening smell of fresh-fallen rain,
Still very much lingers crisp in my mind,
In which it leaves a permanent mark, a bloodstain,
That can really make me feel very confined.

But sometimes when the chilly wind starts to howl,
My mind breaks and everything falls apart;
My head starts pounding like a murder so foul,
And, f**k! Something is racing, my bleeding heart.

When the lightening comes, I know I can't do it,
The thoughts take over and I want to cry;
This is when I want to die, for I am a misfit,
But I refuse to say my final goodbyes.

© 2018 Flower


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Sounds like depression, maybe generalized anxiety disorder. Hope this isn't autobiographical.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Powerful imagery in these words. And for some reason the style reminds me of some of Catullus' poems, if you don't mind me making a comparison across two millenia

Posted 6 Years Ago



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Flower
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