Introverted Distress

Recycle my thoughts

Place them in a box

And set them away in the attic.

Take the good ones

And fog 'em with clouds.

Instead bring the cold ones,

And resend those feelings of despair

Over and over.

Bring me lifeless feeling

And take the light from my eyes.

Hand me only the nightmares

So ought I,

Be forced to live them all

Through and through.

Give me the fear they will transpire

As I shudder in my sleep,

Awaiting the moment I wake,

But feeling forever

As it may never come.

It seems so far gone

Because it’s so surreal.

Not fantasy nor lies,

But just truth in the night.

Don't ever turn these monsters into reality

Because then I'd only fail.

Failure would crush me,

Just as life to a broken heart.

Shattered.

No chance such as seen in my dreams,

No such power as faint as it may be.

No,

Only weakness is in that fate,

Only rupture and collapse of one’s world,

Whether it be yours or mine,

If it were to truly attain essence.

If it were to surely become truth

Life would drop a high low

And things would be forever changed.

 

Everything would drop off a cliff,

Every word,

Every sentence,

Every paragraph,

Every story that could have been written with time.

Little things we should have said and done

That we never took the time

Would be the only things strewn about us.

Lives would be thrown in dismay and days would be torn apart.

Months and years would no longer zip by as normal

Because normality wouldn't exist anymore.

It would just turn into that nonexistent phenomenon that never lived on,

It just dies as one domino falls,

Then the next and next would kill more.

Like a disease with no cure

It would go on a free run,

Raging

And beating down everything in its way and then some.

Do not verify this nightly story,

No,

Keep it locked away as far as you can,

Knock on wood

And never jinx something so terrifying.

Just smile as if your life was all the same,

Nothing ever happened,

No surprises,

Just take out your box of smiles and sound lies,

Show the world just how opposite you are,

Show them the flip side of what you truly are,

Show them how much sadness you have by how much positive you give.

Just a smile a day will keep the questions away.

It will silently secure the absence of insight,

Absence of your true feelings.

It will bring the day to someone,

But forever night to yours.

Only hide away everything of yours

Lock it all away,

So that you won't ever feel a thing anymore.

Just,

Recycle my thoughts,

Place them in a box,

And set them away in the attic.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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