Nth afterlife of a time traveller.
The Upward Turn
so eager to fall in love,
a meager built sweet dove.
I have an intriguer and a shove.
clearly, bigger is plot above.
Bigger are things beyond,
the cyclone of chemicals.
Irrational! reasons terrible.
first learn the game, hysterical.
Stationed in my armchair.
Deciding for what is fair.
I wonder what I'll feed
the monsters of mental lair.
They shall bite, it's their right
I shall fight, alone, dim in night.
living or dead? hugging pillow tight.
The lesser of evils, better of my plights.
I'm Fighting
I can see through you
joker of your crew
you have no clue
what did I threw
all for grabs
these scars are my favs
come piss on them.
I miss you so
won't let you know
I let you go
It's all for show.
Come watch me throw
my arms in air
how I despair
Back then where
Could've smiled and shared
I bear it all
I fear the call
asks so much more
but that was before
Now I am new
Nothing left to sew
I hope
This is my day 85 entry of the 100 days of poetry by @d-pend from SteemitSchool.
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