Disintegrating

What if I lose it all?
Forget who I am and
Die and cry and fall. 
I'll be nothing but just sand,
Floating and fleeting in the air,
In the world Without a care. 

Will it numb the pain,
Or it will all be in vain?

Or I'll be liberated from my agonies,
Like those dreamy house's balconies?
Will the tears end or the tears will end me,
Or they'll just turn into a vast never-ending sea?

 Will it abate the thundering storms
That reside inside my mind,
All those loud and dark forms
That always keep me behind. 

Save me if you can or I'll be
Nothing but a mere memory
Lost forever as a time so free,
Minor misty misery. 

These screams are flowing as fizzy as waves in my veins,
Fostering the flowers of my excruciating pains,
Poisonous purple flowers are in sunlight and basking,
All the teal tears and tangerine turmoil they're masking.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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Velasco Avatar
August 9, 2025 at 1:00 AM
I like how it mixes tough feelings with cool, colorful details—it makes the struggle feel real and relatable. Feels honest and deep without being over the top.
Winter Avatar
August 9, 2025 at 9:56 PM
Dear Rowena, thank you for writing such a brilliant comment :)
Rodgers Avatar
April 15, 2025 at 8:47 AM
Dearest Anne, Well, I must say this one cracks open like a storm as sand slips through fingers, screams fizzy as blood in veins. I can see the poisonous flowers blooming in sunlight’s lie, the “teal tears” that could drown or baptize. Your words are the reckoning, a place where disintegration meets liberation’s razor-edge. The sea inside you? It’s already rewriting the shore. Spring Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel
Winter Avatar
April 15, 2025 at 6:23 PM
Dear Daniel, I'm always happy to see your lovely comments, thank you for being my Mrs. Dagenhart. Your kindness and appreciation for my work inspire me to keep writing. The image of the sea rewriting the shore resonates deeply with me - it's exactly what I'm trying to convey. Thank you, my dear friend for stopping by and reading my poem. With love and appreciation, Anne
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