Sometimes

I feel the world breathing its ugliness into my mind.
I feel the evil spirit of indecision eating at my soul.
I feel the nightmares of misty voices of faces I can not find.
feel the day's emptiness of a forgotten life taking its tool.
But only sometimes.

When I'm alone I hear the unspoken word of a friendly foe.
When I'm alone I hear nothing but the footsteps of my own fleeing sanity.
When I'm alone I hear the voice of the child, “Say it isn't so.”
When I'm alone I hear the the insults of my own vanity.
But only sometimes.

When I'm with you, you say you love me, but my mind does not compute it.
When I'm with you, a room cluttered with chairs separates us from the truth.
When I'm with you feelings of sorrow give it proof.
I hear friends speak of nothing on the realm of the happy kingdom.
I hear the sounds of laughter coming from very corner.
I hear the waves of friendly salvation as the rising of the sun.
I hear the voice of the child saying, “Come home, sweet Martyr.”
But only sometimes.

Sometimes I'm weak.
Sometimes I'm strong.
Sometimes I see.
Sometimes not.
Nothing lasts forever.

I wrote those on one of those nights I feeling really depressed.
Allison Jae
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