I drag my misery with me
To the light clouds shaped mountains
Hoping they’ll lift the weight
Put me at halt, a work against gravity
Offer a refuge to my restlessness
A home to my anxiety
And give me a pass to leave them there
And tell me not to be a snowball
Collecting panic running downhill
Until it explodes into a flurry
Of an attack, on my very being.
So I drag along to them, shout to them to
call my vices, imprison them here
Under the snow, above the peak
Below the river, beyond the border
To compel them to run for life, instead of me
And let me slow my pace at destruction
Let me lift my eyes to look at the starry night
Instead of waiting for a shooting star in the dark
To believe in the legend of it to help me
So I make up a legend of my own
You, the clouds at the peak
Will descend down for me, to me
Make it rain and wash away my misery
Flood my anxiety out of me
Electrocute my panic
And just let me be.
Let me be.
Cool concept. My favorite lines:
“And let me slow my pace at destruction
Let me lift my eyes to look at the starry night
Instead of waiting for a shooting star in the dark”
As a criticism I’d say to add some focus to the actual agony being felt, as opposed to the desire for it to be taken away by nature.
Read my previous poems, its all about the agony. Especially “God’s Lonely Man”
Thankyou for this š