Refracted Light Hold

Dawning Creations

Holding onto a prism of light, I’m on a writing roll with this grief, breaking things, leaving hidden marks on me.
I can’t give you a reason.
I was fine and now I’m wanting to rid the world of me.
I love myself.
I hate myself.
I feel overwhelmed.
I can’t take this hell.

The worst of these feelings is not truly knowing if it’s just me that’s hurting me or of theres some nameless toxicity.
Hounding me, I’m grounded but below the soil.
I’m molding and melding but not refined, I’m a coil.
I’m glue, stuck and screwed.
Whichever road I take, I keep falling back into the gloom.
Gloomy days won’t go away.
The irony sickens me as the sun won’t shift this mood I’m in.
Everyone seems so aloof.

They’re not.
It’s me.
I’m so confused.

I want you near me.
I want you to hold me.

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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