Blackout

Mon, 12/06/2021 - 13:05 -- Geonika

My thoughts,

They are all clear and lifeless

It puts me in a inflating hypnotic state

Of confused pain and anger

When i am just waiting for my mind to distract me,

While i twirl the nothingness, of what some of you may call life that i have left into this bubble soap of humanity 

Hoping when i blow a bubble it would

Take all the pressure of all the emotions, i have away

And I hope it can turn into closure and sanity 

 

My mind ferociously forces my body into its faithful servant 

I look into a the churning whirlpool of my thoughts and

Yet i'm still in a trance like state 

Just like the mindless robots i surround myself with

To the simple minded ones, you call them”peers”

 

Grasping the pressure and frustration at this given moment

I am 

Somewhere between emotional and emotionless

 

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