StanDSenior Contributor
Poem
Where is my hero?
He is playing Pictionary, in the desert.
Funny how he sees the sun & forgets he was once a city built on clay.
I guess to him - words are like raindrops.
Mirage he tastes, yet never FEELS an open mouth, and the words wet, alive like molecules, sink into cells on his endlessly dry & bitter tongue.
Is that your trial StanD?
To believe in heaven, & FEEL thirst, that swells?
Do you need help? Assistance? Or do you die in this hell?
Alone.
Without.
A suffering, no other can endure?
Is this you?
Sand filled mouth.
Denied
No pleasure
No face
No doubt
No is no
Can you hear me?
Now.
Or.
Am I blessed because you suffer.
I am
Because You
Are
Without
Hello SANE,
I am not sure what this poem is about. Perhaps, it is about, letting go of pain? A kind of, 'sick safety'. Or perhaps, pain does not exist at all? It is a concept created by man?
I apologise if it is too dark. I see the candle glowing brightest when blackest seas rise.
I am perhaps, suicidal, & have been for most of my life.
I hold on to His hand.
I think my spaceship knows which way to go🙂
I hope this poem, gives the reader - a reminder, that, it's ok, & safe, to let GO 🚦
StanD x
This new layout has my head spinning. Well done SANE team. It looks like huge effort has been put in.
I think it is more engaging for new people🦄🐴🌈
@Appleblossom @TAB @StuF
There is no drop down box?
