Blank

Blank

A Poem by Bee
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What would you call a perpetual state of blanking out? Because that's sort of what this is about.

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A shadow darts across the corner of my mind
I reach out, grasping nothing but stale air
For my mind is utterly still, empty of all thought
"Come back," I call out to the blank void

Flickering like candles, again and again
Fleeting snatches of sight and sound that only taunt me
Phantoms of thoughts I wish I could have

"I think, therefore I am,"
Then what am I, who cannot even do that?
My brain is tuned to a dead channel, strangled in a static fog
I'm suffocating, deprived of thought, of awareness, of presence, of existence

I cannot think, so I shall rot away

© 2018 Bee


Author's Note

Bee
Lately I've been plagued by something I call "brain fog," a state of mind where I can't really think at all, and don't feel quite present. It's a little hard to describe, but I tried in this brief poem I wrote during some down time in class today. It's a bit lazy technique wise, but the important thing is that I wrote anything at all. I need to write more. Reviews are always appreciated!

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Added on February 21, 2018
Last Updated on October 5, 2018
Tags: mental illness, mental health, depression

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Bee
Bee

Seattle, WA



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I'm a 17-year-old high school student who occasionally practices creative writing in their free time. I write mostly poetry, but I've always wanted to write my own fantasy novel. I've tried to start s.. more..

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