If dying was like floating
In the void
Void of all worries
Light as a feather
A murmur in the wind
Of good times gone by.

Gone with the years
Aged to dust
Dust blown into the wind
Scattered into nothingness
I wish I was dead sometimes.
It sounds easier than living
With the weight on my shoulders
Let me float
I’ll be alright.

  • TillieNeuen [she/her]
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    2 years ago

    I came here in full Worried Big Sister Mode, ready to tell you that I'm glad you're here. I should really pay more attention to which community things are posted in. Good poetry was such a pleasant surprise! And I do mean good--I love poetry, but I have a low tolerance for poetry I don't like. Keep writing! :meow-hug:

    • marxisthayaca [he/him,they/them]
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      2 years ago

      I’m trying to channel my bad thoughts into something worthwhile. I’ve been in a funk and just felt like expressing it better this way. :/

      • TillieNeuen [she/her]
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        2 years ago

        Sorry you've been in a funk! You turned your bad thoughts into something beautiful, and I think that's a wonderful and hopeful thing to do.