Waiting On The EndA Poem by K.P.H.M"I'm somewhere outside my life, babe/ I keep scratching but somehow I can't get in." - Sedated, HozierI’m dodging calls left and right, Waiting for someone to bring me back to life. Anxiety washing over me, Constantly. A child in a haunted house, With no way out. Is it the end yet? Being everyone else’s sunshine, Is wearing and tearing something, Deep inside. I may seem as though I could care less, But the truth is I’m restless. Is it the end yet?
I can’t see outside myself, I need someone’s help. Poetic thoughts run around my head, That muddle reality and fiction and heighten my existential dread. Is it the end yet? And my skeleton and skin, Are stretched thin, And are withering within. Is it the end yet?
I have nicks in my armour so deep, That there are purple and blue bruises underneath. Is it the end yet? Am I forever bound to drink alone in my den? Is it the end yet? © 2023 K.P.H.MFeatured Review
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2 Reviews Added on June 23, 2023 Last Updated on June 23, 2023 Tags: anxiety, depression, loneliness, existential dread, disassociation, imposter syndrome, I Know The End AuthorK.P.H.MMTAboutA romantic cynic for who poetry is an escape and healing. I hope you enjoy. more..Writing
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