Let me embrace the depression which WILL be
acknowledged and insists on ‘right of being’; let
me stop balancing on the precipice while trying
to convince myself to believe my emotions are
under control, that I can govern my thoughts –
Wrong, I just blocked them like chemicals stop
synapses from firing in this slow decomposition
process while I’m still alive - how gory, bizarre -
let me sink into the dark & know the frustration
that resides therein, let me plumb the depths of
My feelings & allow them freedom of expression,
no longer making doomed efforts to turn myself
into a robot executing dreary routines in a semi-
comatose state; allow passion to spend itself in
reality, & let me stop this slow rot of attempting
To escape the fate of the infirm no longer able to
walk - let me LIVE while I’m alive and die quickly
when deciding to move on to new dimensions of
non-physical existence where the emotions are
communicated without need of words & music
Plays in feelings as separate beings….
[Monday 26/06/17]
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