Statistics to Envisage

My mind is cluttered with many thoughts, facts, and reveries. I just feel that I need to get some of them out in the open, mostly to disencumber my mind.

 One... Two... Three...

A new complication for you and me.

This is a heavier sensation of gravity.

Worried about suffering another tragedy.

Four... Five... Six...                                                                                            

Throwing something impulsive in the mix.                                                           

Here I feel I have something to fix.  

Maybe it's just my mind obtaining it's kicks.       

 

Seven... Eight... Nine...

I'm so worried that things will not be fine.

Why does loving you have to be a crime?

How I wish we lived in another time.

 

... Ten...

This is where I ask, "When"?

This is where my heart has been.

This is when It finally hits me, "Never Again"?

 

So many things running through my mind,

Like my book being written, you're in all the lines.

Now here I am soaking in a bath.

Pondering how I will spend my aftermath.

Put my head underneath the calm water.

Thinking about all that I've started, is a bother.

Thinking about the last time I contemplated suicide.

Why are there so many rules that I need to abide?

I somewhat feel like your hiding something from me.

But then I speculate if it's something that I want to see.

 

"DON'T EXPRESS! DON'T EXPRESS!

JUST SUPPRESS! JUST SUPPRESS!"

 

Is what my mind is saying. Oh my, how my emotions are swaying.

Dost thou like to watch me squirm? Falling apart and becoming the new infirm. 

 

...

 

The water has become cold and listless now.

Dead and Still...

 

"Maybe this time I should take a vow?"

A vow to myself, to live life fully.

A vow to live this life a little newly.

But wait... If I were to pursue this promise... Just this promise... Then that would mean that I would have to aphorize!?

No, he would never say the same.

No No, he would never play the game.

... No No No...

It's something that he would never give a name.

If I were to ask him something of that significance, I would linger in shame.

V.V

 

Oh what a terrible dilemma I'm in.

What I imagine is probably a sin.

 

Uno... Dos... Tres...

Oh me, What a mess.

Ichi... Ni... San...                                                                                                                           

What am I going to do when your gone?                   

 

Eins... Zwei... Drei...

Tell me how many days will I still cry?

 

 

Fin.

 

 

Author's Note

Sorry if I fell off balance with what I wrote, a lot of information tumbling out. Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Poem is perfect. The struggle to make sense of the world leave us confused. The set-up I like a lot. So many strong lines and statements. You are a wise person to be able to see so far ahead. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[NoInsurance]

Words do not begin to describe the emotions captured in this poem. Your deep thoughts and careful word choices are just beautiful. Please write more!