GRIP ONTO TRAUMA

There’s beauty in the upside. Despite knowing this, I chase the sensation of gloom.

it’s a gift

to be living but it’s something that i won’t admit

i can dream of bigger things

i can float adrift

when i grip

onto trauma ’till i suffer from what i predict

but the siren never sings

i don’t fill the crypt

people die

plenty of ’em wish they wouldn’t have to say goodbye

to the cries

of a child at their side

why do i

suffer through depression when i know that it’s a lie

cauterized

an imaginary bind

– D K T