nothing's wrong

by Obscure   Mar 16, 2019


I slip quietly from conversations
to taste the lonely air outside
Human company in short durations
But sometimes I need to hide

I carry a sadness in my throat
And it wants to come whispering out
In terrifyingly solemn notes
Polluting the air with its sound

I let things grow inside of my head
That no-one should have to endure
A monster sleeps on top of my bed
And nobody carries a cure

Slicing through skin to welcome a sea
Hiding the damage that comes with relief
Worrying whether someone might see
And reject me because of my grief

I'm foolish to think that no-one would mind
If I disappeared in the dawn
I should have known that it wasn't the time
You notice things most when they're gone

A single goodbye makes the world explode
But I cry in the night so nobody knows
I wish there was someone to carry my load
But with all of my thoughts I'm alone

If I empty my tears all over the page
Try to express things that cause me pain
Swallow my fears with buckets of rage
Would you tell me I seem sane?

Sanity stays when you keep your bliss
Madness creeps in where you'll notice it
Don't let it know that I told you this
But sometimes I miss it a little bit

When I'm alone I gain creativity
When I'm with others I stifle myself
Loneliness gives me a sense of security
So I hide from the people who'd help

I slip quietly from conversations
to taste the lonely air outside
Human company in short durations
But sometimes I need to hide

- Obscure
© 2019

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  • 4 years ago

    by Ziad Dib Jreige

    this is a great poem. The rhymes, the ideas, the imagery and symbolism found here and there, and the relation to the reality experienced in day to day living, by many of us.

    No dear, you are not alone. And yes you are completely sane.

    For the taste that you have for creativity, cannot be shared with people nearby, lest it loses its value. but the very taste, when it fashions such creative pieces, is not alone at all, hell it's not. You join with it the intellect and the wing-hearted.

  • 5 years ago

    by Hope

    I understand the persona of this poem....great work!

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