Everyone has problems,
no matter how big or small in perspective to a quick quip of a life once lived by a body never buried,
they all affect us.
They all burn in the back of our minds
And seep through our skulls until there is nothing there at all
Nothing there but the wallowing wave of wasted waiting
on the time our worries will wither away
And someday
I hope to find an escape
A place where all my troubles reach my brain and slowly start to isolate
And become a pure concentrate a life now not worth living
And they’ll start to control a body no longer present in it’s own flesh and skin
Nothing bad can happen if there’s nothing there
And it’s kinda pretty if you like words
But I’m no poet
Everyone has problems
The night is a thief of the colors of the day
The black and white of the sun and the grey of the moon
They haunt the heathens above them
Until I bring a bear so willing I become my own decoction
The tincture of the irritant that flows through my blood and lives in my mind
collapses in on its own skull that’s now embedded into mine
And there’s nothing else to do but watch as the walls of warfare warp and ware
and the weight of ravage, the bleeding in my brain, the holes in my veins, the harm and the pain
Everyone has problems!
Any longer in the chamber and the wits of wisdom seem to fade
Leaving nowt but a void of mercy to those who can’t seem to sin
And now once more, the darkness has stolen from the light and replaced it with grey
For now i am as numb as all but the day
Author’s Note:
This year I was forced into getting confirmed into the church, it felt like a lie, like a betrayal I couldn’t control. I don’t believe god would care if i believed in them, I don’t believe Jesus was our savior, and yet, I had to stand before the church and read a self-written essay on how and why I want to be a good little Christian. I didn’t do that, I read this instead.
Lila Olesh | 13 | Roslyn Heights, NY | @yorke_bowie on TikTok
