Floating thoughts and empty dreams,
sorting through the cries and screams.
My breath is lost in haze and fog,
lungs are filled with harsh thick smog.
Images hazed and veiled in black,
motions slow and dragging back,
The bottle of pills are by my side,
my sadness can no longer hide.
My body is numb, I see your face.
You run to me, seeming in place.
My name is lost in your frantic shouts,
and soon my head is filled with doubts.
The room turns black and I reach for you,
but my arm stays limp like stuck in glue.
My heartbeat is my only spark,
but soon also lost in awful dark.
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the first few lines evoke a very strong sense of claustrophobia and suffocation- very heavy
you also seem very lost in this poem- an idea which i'm sure you were aiming for, with "images hazed". this sounds very much like the loss of consciousness as the "heartbeat" becomes "lost in awful dark"
a hard subject to tackle, but very tastefully done
dcp
xx
dirty clean poet
September 4
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