To know yourself,
Is to know misery.
Complicit in your own pain.
Diving off the shelf,
Into water the color of sherry.
Drowning in your own head.
Breaking spring boards,
And trains.
To know yourself,
Is to know solitude.
Drinking to your health,
And to your brood.
Cheers to facing
Inner demons,
And either winning,
Or memori convolute.
Neuronal asphyxiate,
From thought to word,
Choking deeply,
On is, and might be.
But you know.
You think it.
So you know.
You know you will cry,
For your thoughts,
Have ruined reality.
Long stray gasps,
And covers pulled tight,
Through your thoughts
And through your tears.
You think it so you must,
Must know it.
Or else,
You are a lie.
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Blank Spaces
PoetryAn emotive journey through the empty places we visit but never want to see. The pain, the heartbreak, trying to see hope in places there may be none. And the secrets, and yes there are always secrets. Can you see them in this dark empty space? So it...
