10: fine

 

I actually surprised myself by blogging for 9 straight days. I didn’t intend to, but I guess I have a lot more to say than I originally anticipated.

I don’t necessarily consider myself a poet. I don’t read a ton of poetry, nor was I ever really formally taught how to write it.

That said, that was the mood I found myself in today. I just couldn’t bring myself to write any substantial sort of blog post, and so my streak is broken.

Don’t worry, I’m not actually upset about it

Instead, please enjoy this poem I wrote today.

“Fine”
——–

Like most days
Started off fine.

Room’s clean, routine.
Handling it well.

Like most days
It creeps in slow.

Legs bounce, thoughts race
His personal hell.

Something easy
sets him off
shuts down
no sound
but the steady rhythmic drumming of fingers.

Started off fine.

HEART IS POUNDING UP AGAINST THE
CHEST IS COLLAPSING IN ON THE
LUNGS WON’T HOLD ANY AIR

Like most days
Creeps out slow.
Message from a friend.
Gets his body back.

“How are you?”

“I’m fine.”

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