slurring

slurring

A Poem by midnight reaper

slurring words
slurring lines
line merging and converging 
converging to a point
point that keeps slurring
slurring words
slurring lines
words that seem to mean nothing 
nothing in the present nor past
past suffering is what comes
comes to me in the void
void, black, and nothing

© 2018 midnight reaper


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Intoxication. One of the many ways to get rid of sadness. I used to sneak my gradparents sleeping pills to numb myself. Ha. I couldn't take the feeling of being ripped apart by my own mind and I was desperate for it to shut the hell up. I don't know what happens in your life that makes you want to go to this so I'll just say that this poem was nice. It's sad but deals with a situation I've dealt with all too familiar

Posted 6 Years Ago


midnight reaper

6 Years Ago

Thank you for the review! Yeah I feel you. I wrote this poem from a similar situation as well
LazerRays

6 Years Ago

And to think we're all just another statsic for the went reason.... Another number...

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Added on October 13, 2018
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