Thinking critical
Being in the critical
Had gone critical
And finding myself
Lost in the subliminal
Which for me
Had become criminal
Against my own self
And becoming
My own worst enemy
And for the longest time
I couldn't even see
Just blinded
To what was happening to me
And couldn't find it
The way the path
That was meant for me
That was so critical
And crucial to my life
As before I could see
Always being me
And unapologetic
Always kinetic
Feeling magnetic
With a constant
And confident
Aesthetic
Didn't fret it
Didn't sweat it
And before
Didn't forget it
As this was deep down
In my core
And the very fiber of my being
For more than seeing
Was believing
As this individual
Got lost and left behind
From what was most important
And vital
For I had succumbed
Gone numb
No momentum
Just stalling at idle
The story now untitled
For what remained
Was the me that had severely changed
And living within the shadow
Of my former self
But I do blame myself
And noone else
Because I allowed this to be
A self sabotage and disaster
That had become the recipe
And a catastrophe
Calamity
Going well beyond and against
My potential and capacity
As a lost individual
And unbecoming
Mind numbing
Stomach turning
Soul stirring
And couldn't get a visual
As I
And for I
Had gone away from the original
Had forgotten what
It was like
To be me and had gone
Critical
P+
by
Design
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The Aftermath
PoesiJust wanted to get some heavy things off of my mind and chest and forget all the rest. And dig down deep into my core and to let the whole world know that when it comes to being me, there is so much more. And I'm not through yet and finally giving m...
