I just stopped asking why
decided that my
demons had a purpose
lessons I will learn in time
as long as I
am ready to be haunted
now, my subconscious
is incredibly outspoken
pushing out fears
from the bellies of the broken
and while I always tremble to forget
I promise to stay still
when you come to take me
I plant stability
in hopes that it will grow
the roots should trickle downward
from my head into my throat
but if I lose pride in my speech
making my rhetoric obsolete
stripping stability of its leaves
tear the tree down
tear the tree down
when no one is around
well, I begin to think this all means nothing
when no one is around
I let the trepidation age me
I get tied down in
the pain within my chest
that blooms into a tomb for me
end of August memories
I put my guard down
leaving me susceptible to
a bluer disposition
now I fear interaction

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