Solitude

My closest acquaintance is the rain

as I listen to the soft trickles of barness

Coldness of the lungs but my breathless air is still warm

Clouding the unfocused skies

 

Simpler times are amongst its tears

mixed like monochromatic smiles

Buzzing around the pavement

Hardest to fall yet the quickest to leave

 

As darkness hits my door, do the beats become softer

And steps are quiet as the world begins to fall down

My breathless air is still warm

Swaddled in smoke of never ending sticks burning to ashes

 

My breathless air is still warm

My breathless air is still warm

My breathless air is still warm

But my heart is as cold as coal

 

Touching the water does not cease

Its bitterness runs deep in the smoldering lips

Into the continuous blankness illuminated by fragments

split in twain 

 

The rain accompanies the light strokes of metal

With wind surrounded by constriction

Windows fade from view as it dissolves

Swepted with small supressens of trembling

Joining the muffled muse of thunder

 

Alone

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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Freebird986

Here's a little insight on my anxiety attacks.

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