thewandereroftheworlds – Page 16 – a poet's confessional

2020

this world is either ending itself Or breaking its old skin with blood and dury It does honestly scare me Through pandemic and protest The world is turning in a tide away from the old, after so much time I am glad for it But at the same time I do not know my placeContinue reading “2020”

understand this

you will never know me! do you hear me? it is never safe with anyone, only inside, only me because i trust no one because exposure is danger, love creates weakness and reliance you say you know me but no, no you don’t you value my complete honesty, but you’ve never seen it i amContinue reading “understand this”

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this world has tried to fuck me since age eight

virus slaughter

if i could kill something invisible i would

coma

i need to throw up cry for awhile and then sleep

i will tear the world asunder

one day i will rip the world apart with my own bare hands for taking absolutely everything i had and for being a catalyst for who i am and then i will rip myself apart because my weakness made me who i am, wretched

glutton for punishment

please don’t forgive me don’t forgive me for my emotions, my wrath, my envy, my pride don’t forgive all of me all i deserve is punishment, do you understand?

pandemic

all i hear about is the sickness it takes mortal lives, but it takes all of the living lives as well it takes mine my happiness, my learning, my people i wish it would end for all our sakes but i am afraid it never will

4/19/20

“i forgive you.” i don’t forgive myself

oathtaker

i wish i could tell you of the swirling storm inside my mind but i am afraid, my love, i never can