Ghosted
a poem for phantoms
Life has been hectic lately, but I had to at least post this. I’ve been trying to juggle all of my creative projects, and, somehow, this has fallen through my grasp. I’m sure I will pick it up again soon. Thank you for still being here!
I wake but float aimlessly, Tired after weeks of dreaming. House creaking in shambles, I’m contemplating arson To lessen my burdens, Freeing my frame to carry me instead. I eat but chew tastelessly. Burnt tongue from biting so hard And soaking in spice. Choking down chunks To taste anything at all. Feeling worse feels better than nothing. I talk but smile laughlessly, Aching face at the smallest grins. Eyes heavy, attempting focus. Blurry phantom friends To keep me tethered here. Ghosted in my own body to save myself from memory.
"Tired after weeks of dreaming"
I dug this line because literally physically dreaming always makes me feel more tired when I awaken from them and I've wondered is this common?🤔 also I'm thinking of the emotional cost of daydreaming and not being tethered in the present moment and having that split focus being draining as well.
Good stuff here all around.
This line!!!
I’m contemplating arson
To lessen my burdens,
🙌🏻🙌🏻