2 Years Without Driving Due to Anxiety [ Tears Drop | Spoken Word Poetry ]
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#TearsDrop || by Michael of #GamerPoets
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There's a tale about a Wise-man
In control. Who does no wrong.
Insightful and deliberate
A hymn for all to sing along
Arms outstretched and welcoming
A place where I belong
But this tale is not of faeries
No... this is not that song
He never thought he'd be the victim
Traumatized inside a jail
He never thought he'd be the prison
That would hold him without bail
In a run on sentence circling back
Of which he's sure there is an end
No period no question mark
Just a blasphemous Amen
He never thought he'd be the prison
That would hold him through the night
The cell is open. The guards are gone.
But the memories grip him tight
There's no do over. There's no reset.
Or a button to rewind
In this story of disorder.
These tears. They are mine.
I never thought I'd be a fat man
Suicide slice by slice
Hating every fork full
Picturing me beneath the knife
I swallow down. Up comes the hate
In the burn straight from my heart
I choke it back
I'm the tear that just won't start
I never wanted to be crazy.
A different person everyday.
Touching my face to convince myself
That I've not yet gone away.
You see me as a parasite
As I reach to you for help
You pass me by without acknowledgement
As the hail begins to pelt
My future soggy. My hope is drenched
As I take my pills I contemplate
What my therapist tells me to
When you spit on me, I see it now
I'm the tear inside of you