I found this poem along with some other texts I wrote when I was a dark place. Years have passed and things are looking good for me now. No more drugs and less psychological hardship (although my OCD is still prominent). I have a nice place to live, a caring girlfriend and I'm starting my master's degree this fall, which is why I feel confident with these words leaving my notebook and traveling into the world. Thank you for reading, Steemit.
Photo I took around the same time I wrote this poem.
House of Mirth
shrink, shrink my problems
swallow my pride, my being
my lust for breathing
this state has no law
no power to immerse
no crime to commit
senselessness, nothingness
burst my bubble, for it is only an illusion
soap can't wash away cleanliness
defect at birth, repaired by night
new dawn, more numbness
reflected in darkness
the soul stands forth
bring your lightbulbs
illuminate the void
leave this place
before it devours us
consumes us, replaces us
blow me a bubble, for it is the last of its kind
one in seven billion
defect at birth, broken by night
no dawn, no numbness
- Kent