Exeter
After an empty walk down Exeter
Hands in your pocket, my psych spits out bricks
With a steady foundation, seamlessly they build
Talks of the quiet city, and hopes for new york
You make a crack into your feelings
But my wall is emerging, and my response hopelessly elusive
You escape to your cloud of smoke in open-air
The blacker your lungs, the more consumed am I by your fumes
Then shattered to pieces I am at the sight of you in a heart-pulverizing act
Struck immobilized,
Paralyzed and consumed
An empty being, I meander, suffer
It’s misery’s business, exacerbating every care
Accumulation of apprehension
Building of trepidation
Oh you, you are foreboding
But begin I, to explore the vines
That sprout the pits in my throat
Manically I call for help
Then as emotion’s slave
I transform you to art
Depression writes my poems
And paints my pictures
Released you are motion after motion, word after word
You’re so transparent, it’s unseen
Though felt it is, the catharsis incredible
My fears and insecurities,
Manifested they had been, unimaginably
Face-first I was into the pitfalls
Yet you broke down a barrier of my sensitivity
Debunked the code of my naivety
Fueled the spirit of my resiliency
So pay you I do, with gratitude
Because when I’m clear, I’m an intrepid force
Stagnant you remain, but I emerge a Phoenix
Seeds sown with those waterworks of tears,
But exponentially I blossom
I carve the slate of everything in awesome.