But it did today


nothing ever come of being a mute


I have no
words today
or maybe forever

I want so much today
so much of nothing

I busy myself with control
to avoid the lull, the one you mention

I hear tales of past and don't particularly want to know the present
and listen anyway to the unsure future that i kinda wanna be part of

It ain't envy or jealousy in my mouth it tastes more like resentment

Insecure and wobbly
tipping at the lightest touch
low energy, craving sadness
something heavy help rebalance please

Unfair and unkind
a tiny spider in another tiny web of confusion
luckily it's only hurting my heart

I hang in a wardrobe of moths and fantasise floating in a lake of love
i thought i remembered how it felt, it wasn't so thin

I don't wanna go yet, no i don't know how to commit, can you show me
i don't wanna imagine
i don't want to miss something that never was

Of course i've had wine
drunk on empathy
awaiting my own freedom

I have no words today
Maybe never.
So much nothing came today.
Now, not ever.




Poetry by Holly Hawgood
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Written on 2024-04-11 at 18:02

Tags Depression  End  Words 

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Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
Good morning Holly from sunny Eastbourne.
I have to disagree your not mute,
Your words speak volumes.
Regards Alan
2024-04-12