▲ 10 r/OCPoetry
State of Mind
The darkness feels endless, feels suffocating, feels vast.
Standing on my own reflection, I feel like I don't know the person at my own feet.
When did this discourse start? What have I been telling myself and agreeing to for so many years to get to this point?
"Staring at Heaven while going through Hell", I'm starting to understand what that phrase truly means.
My eyes look upon something my hands cannot reach, my heart yearns for something my feet cannot take me to, my hands crave the touch of a woman who does not exist.
Opening my eyes, the world's colour returns, yet this darkness, this void, doesn't disappear.
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u/Hollow_Witness_ — 23 hours ago