Those unseen winds and lightning? They have a name. Anxiety.
They choke you.
They weave around you
To the point where they become you.
Slowly they take over your conscious,
Raking, stinging, shredding it
With their gnarled nails
Until there’s nothing left alive.
All you are left is
A pile of splintered coal
To lock away in your heart and mourn
Without getting burnt yourself.
It isn’t even winter.
It is only the season you’ve cast with your thoughts
And its unseen winds and lightning
Prey upon your tender soul.
“I threw a bottle into the ocean
Half-sunk, half-filled, it drifted away
To where the sun kissed the vast waters
And was lost in the tides of time.
O but where will the wistful waves take thee?
To places of sense or to nothingness?
There was no meaning in my vacant stare;
And my thoughts melted into the night.
I hear the hollow whistle from the horizon, suddenly
Shadows shot from behind murky corners.
Did I see blood? Was it mine?
But oh, it wasn’t even blood, just the remnants of wasteful worries.”
This is a poem I wrote with my bestfriend. It’s her birthday so I decided to share it here ❤ Happy birthday, Captain :3 Stay crazy:3 @https://tossthehalo.wordpress.com
It appears never ending:
The prospect of passing seconds.
You can almost feel the promise
Of your endeavors reaching their destination.
You can hear your mind waiting for the promised land.
“Now is not the time,” you think. “There’s always later.”
That is where some went wrong.
Their passion eventually dissolved;
Dreams of fervor gradually faded
Over the hope of later.
For later is an illusion,
Only the present is the true promised land.