Disturbed

The poem is about how being disturbed by our mind can vastly change us and our perception of life.

Disturbed

By CC

 

As I’ve wondered through the remains

Of the time that I’ve wasted,

Chasing someone else’s dream,

Implanted on an incompetent head,

That maybe it isn’t meant for me,

A deep train of thought enters my head

As I’ve lied down on my bed,

Letting the hurricanes set in motions,

Lingering heavily in my brain,

Thinking that at some extent of our life,

We may’ve wished we were

Along side with the dead,

Unknowingly accompanied by them,

Making us feel less lonely,

Less of a mess, less guilty,

Or we could’ve just continued living,

Just lighting up a smoke

With an old cold hearted lighter

That lights you up whenever you’re weary,

scared but never been fond to be heard,

Every time you’ve felt,

You’re drowning into the ocean

Deep and can’t be unfold to be seen,

Just to numb the pain,

Letting ourselves feel again,

Allowing us to escape for a moment

Even after we may’ve breathe heavily,

Catching our breathe rapidly

As we run back again towards our reality,

Or we could’ve think of an alternative,

Maybe just by getting a warm hug

Just to make things a bit lighter,

Maybe coming from someone who,

Dare’s to understand you,

But what if that even at the end,

All you have is you.

 

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