Blink. Breathe. Think.

poem by: Nemo Nemees
Written on Oct 31, 2017

Breathe,
Blink,
Think,
about life
and the universe.
Why are we here..
no
scratch that.
why am I here?
Why do I breathe?
Why do I do anything?
Who am I?
Breathe.
Blink.
Think.
Yea?
Why are you here?
Why do you even try?
You are nothing. 
Breath.
Blink.
Think.
Mirrors do not talk,
Yet mine is screaming at me.
My reflection screams 
loud into my ears.
Ghosts of memories join
in the rambling of hate.
Breath.
Blink.
Think.
God damn Ellie!
Get yourself together.
You are fine okay?
You will do fine. 
Don't listen to the ghosts.
Ignore the words that haunt your minds.
Blink.
Breathe.
Think.
What if the words,
are true?

 

Tags: Sad, Depressing, Pain, Dark, Deep,

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Frank Hornby . commented on Oct 31, 2017 at 6:22pm
Forget the ghosts........just enjoy being alive!.....strange poem...😱....
Taha Hassan commented on Nov 09, 2017 at 5:57pm
The pauses in your poems ..... breathtaking really .... If one can feel them that is ..... There are alot of truths in this world that will make dying much more pleasant than living if we knew them. What matters is the desire to make this world a better place than we faced. -T
Fadrian Bartley commented on Feb 05, 2018 at 5:19pm
THANKS ALOT FOR THIS ENJOY IT
Dinesh Chauhan commented on Mar 28, 2018 at 5:21am
nicely expressed
Curious Learner commented on Apr 07, 2018 at 11:27am
True depiction of inner feeling!

 

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