run with it

a poem

TW: depressed while writing so the poem’s definitely a bit depressing sorry

This one is ALSO a scheduled post. I’m probably not even awake yet lmao. Too much poetry too fast, I know, but if my account gets shut down I guess I’d just want these out there? I dunno. Anyways, here, you lovely people:

I fear I shall run madly
Not from myself but from this thing that is within me
Oh, I cannot be contained by these walls in me
And yet I am and cannot escape them or the

Burning indigo torrent that sits here
The deaths around and shockéd violet fear
There are eyes, all around but from within, that leer
Eyes torn wide but my sight limited as though all I did was peer

And the shaking has no need of overtaking
As it drinks my soul thirst-slaking
As effectively as salt because it was my fault and I am breaking
No chase because it's here and the aching

Is stronger than twisted frozen chains
As I gasp and my bouncing heart strains
Feet barely carrying me over these frozen plains
That burning in eating black stains

Until I reach the cliff where the air
Is finally pure and hale and fair
As I fall, plummetting upwards without care
And then I'll tear

But that current in me will not die
It shall weave tormented through clouds high
Soul twinkling in a single drop from my empty eye
Shell abandoned, but today I run, because it is not that day