BattleFieldNamek

Just poetry, nothing more. Pt. 6 - The acoustic version of life

My dreams are an alternate world where I feel what isn’t real.

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It comes in waves.

It all comes in waves.

Everything.

Crashing against you with murderous intent.

What else could it be called?

When hope is drowning,

strength is deflating,

and life is dying

at the hands of theses waves,

crashing against your life.

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We had become what we swore to escape.

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How many days do we have to hold on to?

Is it so few that we might fall

back to a time before we had nothing to grasp to,

when we had nothing to hide from at all?

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My wounds are so deep

I have fallen inside them

I scratch at them, irritating them

As i try to escape

I reach for concrete relief

For the foundation of my thinking

Has been destabilized

I encounter surges of embarrassment

Masked tension

Failed resolutions

All of this fuels a tireless mind

Leading to a sleepless night

Of silence, amplified

Amplified silence.

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The sounds of the city are drowning out my music.

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You caught me

Trapped me

Ensnared me

I’m hung up on you

All over again.

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It is a fine wire I walk across,

it is thin ice I step on,

a delicate balance to maintain,

a far fall either way.

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We put Something and Nothing on a ship together and got surprised when they didn’t meet.

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Do these delicate words go any deeper?

Driving at night

Driving through the city at night.

It feels like the city and I are bonding.

There are no people on the roads or the side-walks to bring out the worst in either of us.

It is like a mutual sigh of relief.

The way a set of parents looks at each other once their newborn has finally fallen asleep.

That shared understanding that they can now both truly be themselves,

relax.

That is how I feel with the city at night.

It is our chance to be alone, be ourselves,

with nothing else getting in the way.