Life Is Strange
I don't know
life is strange,
and I'm taking it
one moment at a time
It's been a decade since
my hands held a brush
and cadmium paint
lodged beneath my finger nails
Cleaned out this room
sorting through sealed boxes
that never should have been locked away
I'm letting out this concealed self
making some breathing room
in this self generated gloom
As each layer
of this form fitting depression
slowly crumbles to the ground
not feeling so lost
maybe I want to be found
I will wrestle these demons
swallow their discharges
digest this restless feeling
that digs beneath the skin
Old friends want to rekindle
broken relationships
and maybe for once
I'll swallow this pride
and seek help
mathiasthom
written 6/25/10
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