Nothingness
My anguish is metal heavy and tense
Rusting my heart as I lead by mistake.
Somethings awry in the cogs of my mind
Spinning off-centre they've broke more than once,
My youth was auspicious with seldom regret
The future held prosper now bleeds in my shadow,
My thoughts are attrocious and black as the night
No feelings I fade in disgust of myself,
Assuage my own sickness I smoke on my own
Reflecting on things that assert my own nothingness,
The allure of the feeling too sink in its depths
And give in too darkness,
Begs me.
Absolve me of sin and free me of soul,
Again and again and again..
Copyright © Ben Potts | Year Posted 2019
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