no negativity

THE NEGATIVES. ©JP.

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“I turn tables and speak too softly”.

 

So much hate, so much hate.

So much pain, my back is breaking,

Carrying all the garbage,

This negatives of mine, and others.

 

The broken heart, the sobbing mouth,

The trembling lips and squeezed shut eyes,

The hands, tightly, trying to grip reality,

To get out of the heap of garbage,

This negatives of mine, and others.

 

The salty taste if tears on my tongue,

The blurry vision if the world outside,

The vivid image of the nightmare within,

Everything is crumbling into garbage,

This negatives of mine, and others.

 

‘Hello’, it says,

The pain has taken form.

It’s clawing through my skin,

I feel it as it threatens to surface,

To turn me into garbage,

This negatives of mine, and others.

 

Even music cannot help me now,

As I struggle to stay sane, stay put.

I’m forced to face my pain and phobias,

Forced to clean out my closet.

But how long before the dust collects again.

This specks of negativity.

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