Cautionary
Whatever you are
Injury Sickness Curse
Whatever you are
Injury Sickness Curse
This is not the world I was born into
That world of ice rimed puddles
Of brightly colored kites, soaring
And endless possibility
This world has stripped its gears
Screaming as it dies, discordant, broken
Why am I here, I wonder
I want to go home
Thrice I’ve come through your doors Quiet, soft-spoken hellos The resonance of this place, calming Me, afraid to ask you why
An infinity of choices Both particle and sine Scoff at wondering voices Who see in this divine
#poetry #death #mortality #hope #writing
TW: Death, Mortality, Grief
This salad would be better with bacon
And the chicken that I have eschewed
But I've chosen to try to be veggie
Though lack of flavor does naught for my mood
These thoughts I have seem like delusions But never have I felt quite this sane Strange thinking your beliefs may be baseless And believing those things all the same
Time will surely tell if I’m crazy I wonder if you already know This tiefling’s mind cracking and broken Your kindness letting these fantasies grow
“If only you’d try” they say, shaking their heads My dismissive shrug met with frustration Truth, this place is petty cruelties Suffering with their implicit blessing, so why should I care?