the foxA Poem by Jay Bailey
I've felt this before
and its been a long time she haunts my dreams i feel her ghost moving through me my skin breaks out in goose flesh my brain flooded with chemicals like a junkie long on the wagon and just fallen off i haven't felt this good in years the old nightmares of agonizing ache the rumble in my guts like poison in my veins and every movement is an effort every conversation is strained trying not to snap and tell someone to leave my the f**k alone I've been under this spell before i can smell the sting every nerve fiber says to run as far and as fast as i can until i fall down in exhaustion and bury myself in that spot dig the dirt with my bare hands fingernails bleeding, joints exceeding fear has a hum when it gets that intense i can feel the harm up against the back of my eyes years have gone by since then when the sun went away and what came up the next day was a fake representation it gave light but it did not feel the same i kept looking at it, scanning for flaws it didn't look like that before the light went out of my life and a giant black hole opened up and swallowed all my ideals my dreams and my future joy seeped from the wound and circled the drain bitter and angry for nearly a decade and all it takes is a waft of perfume to start the thaw how many times are we going to do this before one of us kills ourselves we know the outcome we've seen the end of the movie you cannot change time you cannot erase the past why would you ever try it again why does it have to feel so right its heavy in my lungs love songs on play in my ears if this goes bad on me again how in the hell am i going to stand up and face another redo climbing off the rubble of ground zero with the ringing in my ears and walking away from the smoking hole in the ground where my life just fell to ruins © 2016 Jay Bailey |
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Added on June 9, 2016 Last Updated on June 9, 2016 AuthorJay BaileySyracuse, NYAbouti tend to be a loner, distracted in crowds. cursed with being tall while feeling small in my head and wanting to be able to hide but i stand out too much. active musician, horrible misanthrope, quiet .. more..Writing
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