Semicolon (Spoken Word Piece)

 

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Semicolon.
Heart’s semi-swollen.
Thoughts heavy rollin’.
Blood steady strollin’.
There’s no controllin’ . . .
these suicidal TENDENCIES.
Constantly feelin’ the weight of
TEN DENSE SEAS.

And I’m drownin’.

Yeah,
y’boy’s been battlin’ demons,
since the tender age of nine.
Yes,
it’s been the same amount of time,
since I’ve been sayin’ that “I’m fine.”
Yet,
there’s been at least a time,
or three,
where they’ve gotten the best o’ me,
‘n I tripped o’er that “fine line.”

Okay,
I threw myself across it.
With tears tricklin’ out m’faucet.
Unfortunately, there’s no off-set.

Each failed attempt to pause it
has me cleanin’ out my closet.

And I’m drownin’.

Beneath this mass of memories.
Bequeath these massive reveries . . .
guess this is all that’s left o’ me.

These tears shed to the left o’ me.
As I sit here, ‘n hesitantly ponder,
m’mind starts to resistantly wander.
Absence has never helped me grow any fonder
of this depression that drags me down yonder.

For years I’ve been treadin’ lightly.
All my fears I’ve been deadin’ slightly.
One by one, overcomin’ ‘em nightly.
Graspin’ for droplets o’ sanity tightly.

And I’m drownin’.

Trapped in this storm of sunder.
Day by day, I slip a li’l further under.
Anxiety ‘n depression—my lightnin’ ‘n thunder.
With tears rainin’ down my face, in a blunder . . .

“WHEN WILL MY MISERY END!?”
I constantly wonder.

Always so fuckin’ depressed.
This weighted burden lays across my chest.
On the inside I’m a g’damn mess.
But . . . on the outside . . .

I’m clean-cut, got my shit together,

‘n I’m always neatly dressed.

And I’m drownin’.

I jus’ wanted you to know,
that you’re not alone!
Because I’m with you . . .

—rome
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