Fighting Our Own Mind

Posted: January 7, 2015 in Depression, Poetry
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Swiniaki

Swiniaki

I am at battle,

have you noticed at all,

when walking down a hallway,

the barren expression that turns to a smile,

when interactions are needed.

It works for brief minutes,

like getaways,

a descending reality that never … lands,

keeps me suspended,

so I can survive,

so I can make it through the day.

Please don’t look for me alone,

let that peace remain a facade,

my marble castle,

my wax paper offering a translucent

image whom defines how I might need to appear;

satisfied,

content,

confident,

moving forward, always moving toward

the next goal,

that opportunity that allows my life

to have some identity.

Have I told anyone I am in a constant battle?

Comments
  1. Wet Bliss says:

    Get out of my head. 🙂 I think we all have battles to be lived and conquered.

    Like

  2. prospermind says:

    It is amazing how much of “me” I find in your words…
    Fucking great poetry!!!

    Like

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