Or not? | Poetry #1
It's not the sharpest,
But it'll do just fine.
There it lies,
At arms reach.
To extend the arm,
Or not, is the question.
What could possibly go wrong?
Isn't Grief just a form of love.
Does it matter how you recieve love?
As long as you recieve it,
Filterless?
The darkness waiting, is dark but numb,
Better than the darkness presiding.
But it's not fair to them.
This conflict is complex,
Will this be the end?
Or just a pause?
Only to continue without me?
Will it go away with me?
Or persevere without me?
To fight is the task of the braves.
But braves often die a violent death.
To be the brave,
Or not, is the question.
Is it a hallucination?
Or the reality?
Either way it's scary,
It scares me.
Scares me like a lightning does,
Helpless, open in the field.
Mother isn't reachable,
For I pushed her away too.
If I hadn't,
I could hold her,
Like I used to.
Hug her and kiss her.
The lightning scares me.
To wait for it to go,
Or not, is the question.
Run away?
I wish I could.
But there's nowhere to go,
For what I'm running away from,
Resides inside me.
To run away,
Or not, is the question.
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