Hello, I’ve returned.
For this Poetry Thursday I have a poem that is longer than usual. I wrote it today, so it’s more of a spilled ink poem than anything else, but I thought it was worth sharing. It’s a little darker than I thought it would be, but that’s probably fine.
Anyhoo, enjoy the following poem! 🙂
The 4/20 Poem
First comes this feeling
Of something absolutely new,
Unlike what could ever be
Real like you.
Twice before, like this,
We can’t ignore that
Even in your darkest dreams
Nothing distracts from something
Telling of the truth you sweep under the rug.
Bring on the paranoia.
Let us feast for days.
Always keep your guard up and stay
Zealous with reproach
Even in your darkest dreams.
Is this real,
This feeling of peace and nothing?
There you go again,
Helping another with a new way to die.
Everything can’t be okay anymore.
Just keep your hands steady.
Obviously it’s going to be harder
In reality than in your head.
No one will know
This is what you do.
Isn’t this a trap?
Something you made up to keep someone close?
Let’s get a few things clear.
It’s not you, but what you do.
This will be the list time I help you.
Absentee faces swirl through your dreams.
Never forget in the back of your frail mind,
Death is a concept you can’t handle.
No one will know your
Opaque, hidden heart
Waits to see the light.
Welcome to the dark side.
Excuse the mess—once you get used to it—it’s not so bad.
Delicately, light your match.
It will be easier to see
Even heroes can be villains to the right person.
Health isn’t the issue,
Even evolves not to be a crime.
Ridiculous you call it, but
Equivocation is a better word.
This isn’t the end of you but of us.
Open your eyes up for once.
Nightmares lurk in the corners of your eyes.
Imagine what could happen.
Get out of here while you still can—
Hopeless is this dark side, and you’re the only thing here.
This isn’t real, not tonight, but that won’t excuse the other nights.
Wow, you actually read to the bottom of this. Good job! *Hands you a cookie.*
I don’t really have anything else to add, but I hope you liked it. Return next Thursday for more top-notch poetry from my own brain.