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Ashley Triplett Poem
Times getting slower, The worlds getting smaller, The fires slowly burning, Weak knees
Bloody palms, Heat flows past my face, The anger urges Strictness, Wanting deeply to come
out, Hold on, Stop take a breather.
Fake away,
Bring me back my sanity,
But is it there,
Or is it not?
Questions flow over and over repeatedly in my head,
Sanity was lost, The trail now blocked, bricks and metal bars, Close in around my heart,
Sometimes they even feel as if they close in with the beat of my heart.
My body's shaking secretly awaiting for a moment, The moment when I can Swing, Bruise, and
Bleed.
I can see right through all of them, Their fake smiles, Fake expressions, Fake love, Their
just so fake.
Sometimes I wonder, then I wonder more, Sometimes I even wander off, To the middle of
nowhere, There is one place Ive always liked going to, In this place, [Everyone] has a
purpose, There's people who dream big, People who hear your every thought right before you
think it, I guess you can just say people just understand me in my world.
Its just why is it that my world can only be here when I'm awake?
Maybe I'm crazy but I think I'd rather be crazy than have to see this world go onand just
end shattered and broken like everything else.
So in my mind my insanity is my own sanity.
Feeding my body the perfect redemption, Loss of reality, But why not?
Yes a law is a law you Have to obey, But danger is empowerment to me, Chest closes in,
fears surrounding me.
To drain me may be my only solution to out, drench me with pain and wound me with cuts
that shape into awareness that I may just die, But only psyches me, Grin and laugh.
Petrifying that one day these thought may just become lethal.
This pain neither he nor she could possibly feel, nor do they understand, but not mattered
is this overwhelming feeling gutted in my chest.
Frequency of my lost thoughts, never payed attention, I daze off minute by minute like
there's heroine slowly running through my veins causing reality to blur.
Months prior never nearly the same as this i feel, But since left shattered on the
pavement, [Cold, Dark, and Gloomy]. My life moved on bit by bit, Day began to make sense,
Always in the back of my mind nocturnal, shy, secretly, she would sit there awaiting to
hit me with rain, and as those tears would slowly drift down my cheek my head would wander
into my world for a moment, no longer any need to contribute to this world that just
brings me pain...
Copyright © Ashley Triplett | Year Posted 2010
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