Untitled Poem (spectacular)
It's spectacular; the way that I broke I can’t stop thinking about it I died I was crushed I fell into an endless dark I lost my spark It’s remarkable A dead person getting through the day A crushed heart beating Groundless yet walking for miles Sparkless yet laughing Sometimes, anyway Something died I mean really died Something that’s never been dead before It felt like me I felt my life taken I laid in bed, and on the floor And I had no energy to get up ever again I really never got up I’ve been inside of me all my life And I’m telling you something died that never came back Some sweet smile Some hope, some faith It’s all different in here It’s dark and cold like my garage Every time I face a minor obstacle I crumble The paper version of me that I am It’s not depression A dead tree on the ground isn’t depressed It’s dead Maybe lighting struck it or disease did it in Maybe a few sprouts are poking out from the rot Maybe it stood alive for 300 years prior ...