Poems on Life - Blackout Poetry Notes

Wild Mass

I am
a wild mass of hair
lost
in the world.

I've noticed,
some things have to
grow wild in a storm,
erect and defiant.

The demon who whispers
love and hate,
originates
in our own mind.

Posted on October 28, 2022 by Erin B.

He is a ghost,
trapped in silence
confined to revisiting her
as a nameless presence.

Desire and despair,
they were like magnets
that clashed,
colliding again and again,
obsessively
all her life.

Everyday life
was much more than
to just survive.

The strength
human beings have
is extraordinary.

We drift in
eternal space.
A slow progression,
a ghostly limbo.
Light and darkness
over water.

We couldn't undo the past,
it was true.
You're just afraid
you did not know how to forget
that place
in your life.

It's true, I want
something.
I want to exhaust this
one short life.