22, Poem I wote

29 Aug 2022

“Disentanglement”

She was once loved by the demons, and so she had loved her back

Scared to the unprecedented, she engraves her naive thoughts into feeding her insatiable monsters

Echoing the delusionality of the future, she has tainted

She has this heavy baggage she has had to carry for the longest time

Denser than blood and skin

Her creativity to form a pain body this heavy, despite her nothingness

I am here, the life; you could feel it crushes

As she was leaving the dullness, she surrendered the stillness

She was made up of space, weren’t we all?

For all we could do was crave it

And when everyone leaves, it’s hard to admit

Who are you to beg? Were you just here to quit?

God, Please, I surrender, as I was kneeling down on this rough pavement

Begging for disentanglement.