Savingwords - Otherwise It Drives Me To Madness

ari b. cofer, Unfold: Poetry + Prose

“One day she remembered that it wasn’t her job to make everyone happy.”

— Robin Lee

And it whispers

Maybe I do remember.

The quiet thoughts in dark corners during rainy days or sunny mornings.

I remember losing. Losing against thoughts that snuck up on me.

Is that form beside me a friend? It whispers to me, like a friend would, like we share a secret.

It’s the secret to why I feel like this. The whispers are heavy when they reach my ears. Words with weight to them.

My knees shake. It’s cold. It's the rain. Is it the light breeze? There’s sun. We’re holding hands. We’re holding hands. We’re holding hands.

I don’t know what’s gripping me. I don’t know what’s holding me down.

I can’t stand up.

It won’t let me go. It’s in my legs, in my arms. Weight, so much weight. It holds my hand. And it whispers.

Karl Bryullov, ‘Last Day of Pompeii’, (Details)

Mourning Dead Days

The days

I expect them, wait for them

And when they pass, I realise

They're dead days

Gone and lost,

Rotten days

And of them too many,

That have been too much

I mourn them still

Thoughts run around in your head

Like trying to win a marathon

You want to listen to what is said

Try to pause and halt for some

But you’re distracted

And then they’re gone

Hubble Spots the Spider Galaxy by NASA Hubble Space Telescope

“Do not confuse my bad days as a sign of weakness. Those are actually the days I’m fighting the hardest.”

— Unknown

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