Burnout
i’m on fire
chilled to the bone
frozen solid
burning inside
dancing underwater
to a drumbeat that doesn’t exist
i sleep
with my eyes open
eat nothing but air
swallow the shards of broken thoughts
i once used to have
and pour it all out on paper
for the people
who are entertained
by my pain
14 March 2018
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wow, the power and emotion in your words they really inspire me x
Thanks!
Great poem as usual. ‘Who are entertained by my pain”. So honest, bold, and real. I’m a firm believer though that poetry coming from a place of pain is the strongest kind.
Thanks for reading.
So beautiful written!!
Thank you.
Your pain doesn't give me joy, but they sure make for rhythmic poems <3
Thanks for stopping by. :)