Our skin has been shed
outside renewed
this is how it accumulates
like dust on books
inside all the days
and years spread
and every time we scream
it’s wasted breath
because in our voice
our sadness can’t be contained
It simply runs wild
Within our veins
too powerful for outside
Much too strong for us inside
The tears are never enough
for the accidental goodbyes
the shock & horror
always there, always filling lungs with empty
This is how it accumulates
Till we’re undone
one with the dirt
no more synapses producing hurt
sadness
I live in tyrannical state of mind
Why, I want to live on a secluded island
Away from everyone
So that I can feel lonely on my own
And scream “No one cares about my despair”
And not feel like an attention seeker
Because no one would be there to hear
And it’d take the burden away
Leaving me with these tyrants in my brain
Burning away at the scaffolding
Holding up my attempts at building
And I can be left within this ash and ruin
And maybe these tyrants would begin to tame
Without anymore buildings
To put up in flames
Trademark
Trademark
Cigarettes, smoking
An extension of my cancerous sadness
My poetry aint mine
Without the ash at the end of the line
Visions of smoke inhaled
Another hammer to my coffin nail
My body unveiled just as I exhaled
A puff of smoke, another trail
Disappearing before I can be tailed
The Crash
The stars still shine at night
and the sun still rises
Despite anyones plight
It’s like time doesn’t care
To respect you and I
It just goes on
And when you’re doing alright
It goes in the blink of an eye
Those smiles forgotten
Before you break down and cry
And in the turmoil
Time teases you
Lingering to torment
Never staying still
But never quite on the move
And you’d figure this would give you
Chance to react
Get yourself back on track
But despite our perceptions
It all comes tumbling down
In the blink of an eye
While also somehow remaining
Like the longest of times
© 2016 June
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