#roobwrites

Where are any of us going at any given time of day?

Where are any of us ever really headed?

Could you point to a map of your soul

and tell me how many miles

your heart has traversed?

Or has it not moved for years?

Have you been so unmoved,

By the monstrous monotony,

That even the slightest movement,

Pushes tectonic plates,

Bringing earthquakes,

Making your bones shake and,

your heart ache for all,

the chances you never dared take?

My, what a shame it is,

To be a corpse in a breathing frame.

every fabricated lie &

tear down its phony disguise.

I will open your eyes nice and wide,

so the next time someone tries to lie,

you look them straight in the eye,

& tell 'em to fuck off for good this time.

My french aside, bear in mind,

the truth might hide for a brief time,

but when it returns...

it is a roaring, sweeping tide.

Title: implode

how this heart works,

what goes on inside.

I don't trust,

the very words escaping my lips.

I don't know,

I simply do not know.

Maybe that's why,

I'm always so uncomfortable

when people look at me,

expecting me to tell them,

who I am,

or arriving at their own conclusions.

I have no idea,

how they perceive me,

how could I know?

when I know not,

multiple times?

the body experiences

a singular death

but the soul

dies in stages

sleep is the closest

example.

a body loses consciousness

in stages

so does a soul

experience

a gradual

letting go

of everything

that once gave it

human suffering.

excruciating.

Drink it in.

Absorb it,

like a sponge.

Lock it inside,

Don't let it fester,

Let it hide,

keep your pride,

as you try not to die,

plot to flip the tide.